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| Courtesy of Pixabay |
I don't feel like writing poetry today
weaving words into pieces of magic
creating something artful out of clay
if words didn't shape would it be tragic
I don't feel like writing poetry today
is a visual enough, white snow falling
the sky winter gray, no sign of a sun-ray
the morn of creation is a gentle calling
I don't feel like writing poetry today
yet, here I am contemplating words
can poetic verses slay dragons at play
searching for the right nouns and verbs
I don't feel like writing poetry today
tossing crumbs of internal thoughts
wandering lost, has the path gone away
dreaming of trees of ivy and green moss
I don't feel like writing poetry today
freezing rain hits the window pane
circling outside hungry birds of prey
listening to the hissing ice pellets refrain
I don't feel like writing poetry today
but, somehow this poem found a way
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