Thoughts are undulating my palm
Akin to the squashy stream
Staring explicitly at my blankness; they recognise
Before I could respire
I close my eyes
And feel my heart thrashing within, soothing tempo
It takes my fear over
Briskly into my gullet
They say….
Don’t slash the thread that joins you to veracity.
Don’t be afraid of the white sheet
Write down something….
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16 comments:
The white sheet being paper? Well, I'm on a perpetual block. :o)
But see, it's the monitor for me. I find that the monitor constrains me a lot. I prefer paper, but it's impractical, now.
Wow!
You have it. There is so much energy in your words.
I'm new here... and lovin' it ;)
Hi
I don't need to tell you any further that you're good.
Nice post, keep it up girl
I can relate what the subject of this poem. You sometimes want to write but you find it hard to get those words out. But poetry for me is a way of penning our fears and fantasies, those little things than means so much to us.
Keep writing!
Nice blog.
9cly written.
But I must say i usually dont understand poems, so bear with my forthcoming comments.
10ks 4 stopping by my blog.
very thought-provoking and humorous poem. i like the way you ended it. so point blank. lol.
Deep!
Think you should Update.
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Hi people,
Hope all is well.
will update soon. Thanks.
i need to get over my fear of white sheets lol
the ku klux klan has instilled that into me
nice!!!
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so brilliant !!!!!
the fear of the white sheet...
i think for me poetry is a way out of that fear..
keep writin girl..this is wonderful!
you are still amazing
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