Wandering, right now....
Mind is sort of in Park,
or maybe Neutral.
All kinds of thoughts
and ideas and words
tumbling around behind my eyes.
I pause, look down at the keyboard,
as if to catch my breath,
to try to get all the mental gyrations
to slow down a little;
maybe I can catch one or see one
clearly that way,
discover one that is unique enough
or interesting enough
for me to grab it and run with it,
just to see where I end up with it.
I feel a bit on edge,
maybe a bit anxious,
because I can sense that
I want to write....
Well maybe not just anythng,
but at least Something.
Maybe I'm not tired enough,
but I certainly do feel excited enough,
to start it out....
Let me work on that.
Comments on this poem/writing:
|Pondering Red (188.8.131.52) -- Thursday, December 18 2014, 01:48 am|
well expressed - i can relate
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