I wish I had time
To write all day
Without all the life
That gets in the way
So full of thoughts
I can't contain
Within this limited
Human brain
Collected and stored
For decades withheld
The stories and feelings
Beginning to meld
Into a tiny atom called me
They explode like a universe
As my history
And without all the life
That gets in the way
The page remains blank
What would I say
No thoughts to share
No creative sparks
Just an essay composed
In question marks
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That's exactly how I picture my mind.
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http://liferequiresmorechocolate.blogspot.com
Yes, I know this is true. Life gets in the way of my writing too. (Hey, I rhymed! Not bad, not bad... LOL!)
ReplyDeleteIt's true - it's usually when I'm swamped (with life) that I have the most to say, and so little time to say it...!
ReplyDeleteYes we need things happening in our life so we can blog them.....
ReplyDelete"The stories and feelings
ReplyDeleteBeginning to meld
Into a tiny atom called me
They explode like a universe
As my history"
This is just beautiful!! You are a really good poet.
Thank You Organic Motherhood! Explode like an Atom Bomb might be more accurate...in more ways than one. But it didn't sound as pretty:)
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