Stealing a moment
pregnant with promise,
void of expectation.
Fingers hesitant,
mind racing, fears
of wasting
precious time stymies
inspiration, clogging flow.
Grasping at nothing,
fists finally free
the should-spoon stirring
the murky mind-waters
and the dust settles
leaving lines of
enigmatically arranged thought.
A Promise Kept
Post-it® Poem from April 30th on a 3x3 note. And that's it for this year! :) Thanks for following along...
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Post-it® Poem from April 30th on a 3x3 note. And that's it for this year! :) Thanks for following along...
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