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Inside Words

A poem by Beverly Stock.

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Here is just a little clue,

Look inside the words I write,

Other words hide in there, too,

When packed in tight, they unite.


Scapegoat is the first one,

I don’t think a goat’s aware,

Escaping from this poem,

That his pelt might need repair.


Afterthought is complex too,

A thought that comes thereafter,

After all the work is through,

Thought-too-late distractor.


Airbag? Are you serious?

Air, of course, you cannot see,

Plastic bags are hazardous.

That just makes no sense to me.


Doughnuts are my favorite treat,

It’s true nutlets grow on trees,

Bakery goods are oh so sweet,

But I’m out of dough, you see.



Beverly Stock is an American poet who delights in creating poetry that asks big questions about small moments, and inspires readers to revisit the little memories we so often overlook. Her work has been published by The Society of Classical Poets, The Chained Muse, Persimmon Tree, and LightenUp-Online, in the UK. Visit BeverlyStockPoetry.com and BeverlyStockPoetry on Facebook.

Inside Words

© 2020 Beverly Stock


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