Overindulgence
A morning spent greedily gathering poetry,
like berries,
to feast on,
to sustain me.
My arms laden with inspiration,
I gobble up stanzas of rhythm.
Eagerly I indulge in your keen observation
and savour your sweet shrewd wit.
I sigh in contentment
after my perfect breakfast.
Now it is time for me to compose,
I may have eaten too much.
copyright Nóra Skehan 2015
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