I weave words
with alacrity –
on a mission
Foreign forces
infiltrate brain
cells scrambling
Must write
till ability wanes
thoughts hang
Disconnected
brushed away
like cobwebs
(Tuesdays I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own.)
I weave words
with alacrity –
on a mission
Foreign forces
infiltrate brain
cells scrambling
Must write
till ability wanes
thoughts hang
Disconnected
brushed away
like cobwebs
(Tuesdays I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own.)
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Just amazing!
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Thank you!
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I, too, know this feeling! Your poem captures it well.
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Thanks Liz.
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Thank you, V.J.
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I know this feeling, VJ. Beautifully written.
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Thank Eugi!
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I like the visual this poem creates…makes the feeling concrete.
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Thanks Heather.
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Welcome
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I know this feeling. Beautiful written, VJ.
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Thanks so much Jane
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Well said. I can safely say “I know what you mean.” Thoughts hang.
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Thanks!
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You’re welcome.
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Quite. 🕵️♀️
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I know that feeling….:)
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Good to know I’m not alone. Thanks Janet.
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🙂
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Brilliant VJ
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Thank you so much.
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