saturday morning again,
grey and cloudy and promising rain...
i sit in front of the computer screen
blank and quiet...
present and accounted for...
waiting for words to bubble over,
to froth, to spew.
and yet they sit...they remain...
they simmer and stew.
there is no mad explosion,
there are only dribs and drabs,
a fragment, a clause, a broken paragraph....
structure with no story,
a picture with no view.
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2 comments:
And yet you've written something lovely.
very lovely words!~
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