Our precious words we lock away
Save them for a rainy day
Imprisoned in our minds they stay
Never to see the light of day
Anxiously they pine away
Falling into disarray
Ideas once bright dimly glow
If only we could let them go
Across blank paper freely flow
Till new dawn the rooster crows
Weaving tales of wondrous lore
Shaking readers to the core
Alas, not yet, it’s far too soon
Maybe come next blue moon
So many notebooks full of thoughts & words have been tucked away…. evidence I was always a writer! These various words capture moments in time, like a treasure chest. Love the poem and knowing I’m just like so many others!❤️~Anne
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I’m glad this resonated with you! Thanks for your comment, Anne.
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Excellent post…I have had an idea floating around in my head, that needs to come out! Your post has inspired me to get it done…before the next Blue Moon 🙂
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Wonderful! Sometimes it can be so hard to get started.
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delightful sentiments, resonates well 🙂
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I’m glad you enjoyed it!
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thanks Sandy, you have talent 🙂
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I appreciate your kind words and support!
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I love this, Sandy. I’ve got a box full of papers, and I don’t know why I keep them. Some are just “therapy writings” of years gone by! My fear is that someone will find them and think I’m crazy! 😉
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I am overrun with scraps of paper! Just make sure whoever discovers them is another writer. They will just smile!
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Good idea! 😊
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Love the poem – and it proves that not all your words are stored – you just freed some! 🙂
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Ha! You are right!
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