This Poem

This poem plays hopscotch,
jumps rope, races
down blocks. No ticking clock.

This poem is freedom
to take your time.
Sit by a stream and dream.

This poem shapes clay
into funny figures and animals.
Be inspired to act on desires.

This poem is lemonade
on hot days, cocoa on cold,
and a smile to last a while.

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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4 Responses to This Poem

  1. Cello Jolie says:

    I love this. I’m sending it to De to make sure she doesn’t miss it.

    Thank you for writing a poem that will inject instant joy into every reader.


  2. whimsygizmo says:

    LOVE this, Sarah. “This poem” poems are some of my absolute faves. “Sit by a stream and dream”…YES.


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