If you are also participating in NaPoWriMo, does it seem like you've been writing poems for ages? It does for me, but after I finish the day's poem (like now!) I feel great! Please leave any sort of comment and share your blog name, too.
My ideas will often drift, evade and escape me,
Like small dry feathers on water.
To grab at them with great force or speed
Only makes them float away faster and
In the most uncaring way.
I have to stop and admire their agility
While I revise my plan to recapture them.
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