thought after thought
shaped delicately in my mind
needs to be freed
and so begins the written
short and sweet
or long and detailed
the words drip off the end of my fingertips
as the waves of narrative escape my body
hitting the page with a purpose
the jumbled tumbles forth
as the incoherent becomes understood
and finally, the significance is shared
This is so good Susi! :-)
Glad you enjoyed it, Carol Anne!
Wow! I really loved this, Susi!!! And can really relate to it too! Writing sometimes seems like a scavenger hunt or finding jumbled up jigsaw pieces to complete a poem! Bellissimo, Susi, Bellissimo!!!
Chuck :-)
Happy that you enjoyed it, Chuck! :) Exactly as you described it. But we love it so. :)
Yes, and the fact that it often produces the best pieces/poems keeps us addicted to it! Ha!
Exactly! :)
So true, and relatable, Susi.
:) Thanks so much, Eugenia!
You’re welcome, Susi.
A lovely poem, and sometimes I can have that feeling of stumbling over words.
Oh, I definitely feel that’s part of being a writer! :) Thanks, Diana!
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Clever!
:) Thanks, Nan!
Absolutely true dear friend 👍🏼👍🏼👍🏼