Week Twelve - Little Darlings

My “little darlings” are culled and corralled
Into disheveled collections
On every hard drive of every computer
I have ever written on.
Turns of phrase and
Bits of word-smithery
That I couldn’t bear to simply
“Delete.”
They hang out together - an unlikely assortment
In a file called
“gems to cut.”
One day I’ll sift through them
And place them artfully into
A piece of prose or an unsuspecting poem
Where they can really shine
Eclectic and expressive
Artful and daring,
These little darlings might just have been
Worth saving.