Words
Words
So many words
They dance
They twirl
They flit
They swirl
The words
Words
So many words
Jumping
Playing
Laughing
Running
These words
Words
So many words
As the letters
Come together
In my head
One after
Another
Words
Words
So many words
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Journey to life 
well this is a side of you that I hadn’t seen before! well done π
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Which aspect of it?
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I hadn’t read any of your poetry
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I don’t often write poetry. Though I put a bunch once on a site when someone asked to see them.
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I tend not to write poetry. Unless I’m commenting on Kate’s posts sometimes.
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I love your lyricism – it is a beautiful poem. K x
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Thanks K!
I’ve been thinking of you π
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Lovely, E!!
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I was trying to listen to a mindfulness practice, but the words were dancing ….
How goes studying?
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Iffy.
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Hmm. Hmm. Hmm. Take a break!!!!
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That poem flowed nicely.
It made me think of a whirlwind. Well done.
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That kinda is what my head is!
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does that make it difficult to comb your hair? π€‘
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How’d you guess!
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a really delightful fun poem which share your state of mind in a more constructive way, bless you π
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You know, most people didn’t seem to get that. I was trying to listen to a mindfulness practice, but π
I thought of you after putting this down. Since the only place I really write poetry is in your comments.
Though that other post, almost all the comments are descending syllables.
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glad something makes you joyful precious, hope you’ve had a good sleep π
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Sleep, what’s that?
My pen runs empty
As my mind goes blank
Pray tell what should I say
Should I cry, jump, or thank?
I sit here with a pen
Held in my hand
I used to think of it
As a magic wand
It puts down the thoughts
Flying around in my head
Commits it to paper
In its’ stead
I’m always grateful
For what writing brings
It brings rainbows, unicorns
And sparkly things
When the words swirl and dance
Need a place to go
I can take out my pen and paper
And let the ink flow
So I sit here now
Wondering what to write
Letting my pen tell me
If it’s day or night
My words tell a story
The story of my life
They talk about days
Filled with hope and strife
The ups and the downs
Never a dull moment
For my life is like a roller coaster
Don’t you reckon
So today I sit here
I’ve nothing to say
And for right now
That is totally okay.
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lol you made me gwarf out loud!
them’s a lot of words to say nothing, and I totally love it π the pen rules!
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I try to write every morning and had nothing to say. Or too much. So wrote that instead.
I’ve so many such things somewhere in the universe!
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they are fun, keep sharing them as they arise!
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I usually write in response to your posts. Not usually more than that.
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aha no pressure on me then π
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“So many words”….
But each one so right
That even one less
Might lessen their flight.
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The right words in the right moment are the most wonderful thing ever, yet when words do not match actions that is such a let down.
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Definitely! Thanks for passing by and commenting….
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Nice! I hate it when my mind gets like that…
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Isn’t it always???
I was trying to do some mindfulness practice, but… so I wrote this instead.
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Oh, I don’t know. Sometimes it just doesn’t work at all. Maybe that’s just me. And maybe just in the mornings…
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Love this poem, Eliza! Very expressive, and probably of equal value to what you were “supposed” to be doing, at least this once. π I also like the poem in the comments written in a very different style.
When the muse speaks to you, write what you are inspired to write. β€ β€ β€ ***
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πππ on occasion I do.
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Sounds like a perfect meditation.. seriously that’s what happens for better or worse.. lol β€οΈ Cindy
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Yup! I was trying to listen to a breathing one but π
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No ou are a full flegged meditator.. Good for you!β€οΈ
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love this π
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Thanks Da-al!
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