Words are playing with my sleep again…
only that this time they’re poetic.
They’re whispering and squirming
and tangling and fiddling into small verses here and there.
They tell me, they don’t wish to be forgotten. So I’ll put them down here.
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Time ticking,
troubles trail,
along the sleepy scent.
Mimicking me,
mocking the mess,
in hours sleeplessly spent.
Bolshie baits,
bedevil the brain,
of hours left to resent.
Dusk decays,
darkness dawdles,
to haunt those that I repent.
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u amaze me..I can feel, taste hear and see it all
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keep writing, keep digging keep pulling the flowers and weeds from your exquisite garden..and give them to us..
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yes… all for you, all for you.
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Amazing, I am glad I came by to read….
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I’m reading your blog at the very moment!!
And yours is one of the best kinds of freeverse ive read.
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Many thanks, That is a good way to describe how I put it all down. I try not to change or re-arrange a work once captured.
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