Writing poetry, for me

Is like recording in a diary

But often, real art

Is done accidentally

On New Year’s Day

Under a tree


Plucked a yellow

Flowery weed

And handed it to me

With a flourish

Wanted a picture

Of the brightness

So fumbled with the

Phone camera

And Bandit

That 5-pound genie

Sitting on my knee

Turned to gaze into my eyes

And I snapped a piece of art…


© 2022 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

IMAGE: Bandit & flowers