"On the Way" SSPC 50
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Yes yes!
The echoes of my mind's cry
Reached the marshy strands
Of firing brain matter
Sieving thoughts and words
For another day
Out on the march
Through the thickets and thorns
And anguish and glee
For sometimes
A million thoughts surge
Each with a gentle urge
And sometimes
Out there alone and hurting
In the galaxies of thought
All thoughts gone
The tip of the pen
As dry as Egypt's famine
Fifty days on the march
Up the slippery ropes
Of thoughts and poetry
On thee Oh pen I depend
For fifty more at d-pend
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Notes
If you've been following my blog you'll notice for the past fifty days I have only been writing poetry. That's because I am in a 100day poetry challenge...now that's gross!
Well, it has not been easy, sometimes my mind goes totally blank and I sit there with my pen thinking what to write and how to begin. But I've come fifty days through. So this poem is a reflection of my feelings and of course prospects and plans.