Ink is silent, without wording.
Thoughts on tongues which cannot wag.
Gears are stuck, no longer turning.
Flowing words have caught a snag.
Eyes are glazed, and minds are searching.
Visions have been choked and gagged.
Photo courtesy of Florian Klaur
There’s a snap to this that reminds me of the “pop” of the typewriter. I enjoyed reading it…thank you for sharing!
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Glad that came across!
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It did!! Creativity gets followers, so count me among yours. Look forward to reading more.
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loved this…!
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Thank you! Glad something came of my writer’s block.
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Nice clipped rhythm like the clicking of gears. Awesome!
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Thank you!
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If that’s how you write when you have a writer’s block you’re amazing :-). That sounded wonderful.
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Haha, thank you.
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This feels very much like the writing I do when I’m trying to get out of my own head. Lovely work, Danielle!
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Thanks, Melony!
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Oh, wonderful trochaic tetrameter! I love seeing metrical poetry done well. It flows beautifully.
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Wow, thanks Christine!
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Oh this reminds me of any time I sit down to write lately…
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Always. The pen never seems to reach the paper.
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