Words Were Here
a single sentence squandered
between two beleaguered
surveyors
surveyors
words were there
as a beginning
nothing remains
this poem was an accomplice
words were here
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I still got nothing. Wise words were sent to me, to be still, let it be and if you breathe, it'll come - the story for 'Burden'. I agree. I'm trying to be patient because my fingers are itchy and I'm busting at the seams but it's just not right yet. So, a little esoteric poem like this one will have to suffice. Maybe I need to get cracking and start doing the daily writing prompts again. Yes? Maybe this weekend since I have no large plans, I can swipe all the junk off my writing desk at home, set up a new playlist and work some things out. Maybe if I throw my headphones on, get lost in the music and in thought, something will come. It certainly helps. I think I need to rearrange my desk too, perform a little Feng Shui, an exorcism perhaps, buy a few new candles or re-arrange my photographs. Ooo, maybe add to my rock wall. I do have a few items accumulated, a poster, some ticket stubs and a snapshot.
I'm rambling here but my fingers are moving, I'll keep on keeping on and go easy in the meantime.
Thank God it's Friday, the side of my brain I exercise passionately has been very lazy.
In propinquity,
Nic
