Words pool
Like a tag cloud
Stringing, singing
Tempting me to
Choose.
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The lines in this journal
Promise enjoyment
But it’s a foreign language
Still.
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Write up
Not down
The top will
Take care of itself.
. . . Nope.
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Occasionally,
the phrases meld
the structure hardens
the characters talk.
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I can do
laundry
And sharpen
pencils
Better than anyone
On days
I’m meant
to write.
Love the last verse! So true.
Universal, I think!