A racing mind void of particularity does not a garden grow The color is here without a rose

Waiting
How many words
Can a wordsmith smith
If a wordsmith has no words
I'll reduce it to necessity
I need money honey
How low can a hub score go?
I'll limbo some more
Queen of words I know
By heart
I submit into you
At some point in a future
Perhaps perhaps a line
To catch a word or two

Waiting in a rose room
Wondering how many shades
There are of carmine bloom?
I collect these keys
Perfection is a shady loom
Simply waiting for a clue
Here in a box of pretty please

Comments

Linda Kloss (author) from Corpus Christi on June 29, 2019:

Made 2 cents in 1 month and was happy about it.

thanks,

Tim Truzy from U.S.A. on June 29, 2019:

Wonderful poem. I love the line that asks how low can a Hub score go? Who knows? But your poem is great. Respect and admiration