Since early 2022, I’ve kept a notebook with me everywhere I go to capture words and phrases that came to mind while I was out and about. In this new series, I’m going to share a few of the ‘scraps’ I picked up along the way.
Some have found their way into my poems in various forms, others I haven’t yet found a home for, but they are all little moments of thought in their own right and, I think, worth sharing!
Scrap #01
when you hear her fists pounding
you close your mind
retreat to safety
where the brain-child you’ve nurtured
can’t be scolded
Harley E. Ryley 
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