thoughts
Updated: Jun 2, 2024
Because I wrote effortlessly today
doesn't mean I will tomorrow
for it is the will of my soul
to put pen to paper
not force perfect rhythmic prose
from my heart—
but rather have it flow from days of
boredom and idle wonder,
till my wanders begin—yet again.
I heard the tick, then the tock the wind blew and time moved without a sound or bright lights reliable, consistent, on the stroke like...
It's been days now with uncertain skies and gentle mists awakening me at dawn. Oh bliss, permission to enter the abyss to write a poem...
It's natural to flourish, to yearn to be Like a tree, a plant, a flower, reaching, growing, toward the sun sometimes even taking great...
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