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On these dark nights, sometimes the words slip away; my mind’s a sieve. I’ve ideas but the fog wanders inside, and whatever I try, I cannot define these thoughts; it’s as if my wings are shorn, clipped from flight. I’m a bluebird singing her harmonious tune, while some melodies become ethereal disappearing into the sun, while others trickle onto paper, wet tears searing; somehow I define them in blips.
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Lovely wordplay! 😀
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Thank you 🙂 🙏😊
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Most welcome! 😀
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I totally understand the feeling you convey in this. A lovely piece on those struggles which are real to writers.Beautiful!
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Thanks so much MidWest. I appreciate your comment a lot. And I’m glad you can relate. My minds just felt blank.
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Reblogged this on Writing and Reflections and commented:
Read this three line tale from one of my favorite poets on WordPress!
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Thank you Michelle! ❤️
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Love this 🖤
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Thank you 🙂
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Oh, your words resonated clearly for me, and with my box tissues beside me, I am humming your tune.
“while some melodies become ethereal disappearing into the sun, while others trickle onto paper, wet tears searing; somehow I define them in blips.”
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Thanks Ivor. I’m glad you felt it. Sometimes writers block is so frustrating, eh?
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