THOUGHTS ADRIFT
Tap tap tapping the keyboard
For its magic of words to strike a chord
The music of this poem still hidden in a shroud
Wide awake unseen, unheard, adrift like a cloud
Thoughts wander to this and that
So tell me today what have you got?
So tell me today what have you got?
Are there spiders in your teacup
Or maybe a mouse in your sugar bowl
Silly rhymes like beads of gold
Thread into a poem, rattle a gourd
Tap tap tapping the keyboard
THOUGHTS ADRIFT © gillena cox 2016
You've heard about the Monday Blues ❧✿❧ well this is Monday WRites (musing on the definition here of rite, as any customary observance or practice eg the rite of afternoon tea).
Welcome to Monday WRites #49, ❧✿❧ Whats your mood like today ❧✿❧ I invite you to link in with one of your WRites
Linking to
The Tuesday Platform
Love participating....my ritual is watching the sky!
ReplyDeleteThanks for dropping in Donna; have a good week
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I love this,t is how it is for me, sometimes aimlessly tap, tap, tapping....just to 'see.'
ReplyDeleteHappy you dropped in Annell, have a good week
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Such a delightful read :D
ReplyDeleteThanks Sanaa, have a good week
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That was delightful Gillena.
ReplyDeleteThank you for the invite; I'll see if anything can be tapped out for this afternoon or tonight. It is School Vacation here in NH USA (1 week) and I have my daughter's two boys for each day, until she gets out of work. So Monday, let the games begin. :-)
ZQ
You are on grandpa duty, that so nice enjoy. Have a good week
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I posted something... but, I don't know if I did it right...as usual :-)
DeleteThe link is not there ZQ please try again.Use the URL of your post not the entire blog
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Silly rhymes like beads of gold
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Such a great description of the process.
Thanks for your appreciation Kerry
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I will call this "the Early Morning Birthing of a Poem." Last night when I was finishing up I had 'grounds' in my coffee cup. My poems were too far along, the spine poem long before, the limerick a couple of hours ago, but perhaps I should have written of them. Maybe next week. It might become a new hit song, "Grounds in my cup," like "Smoke gets in my eyes" did.
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Should have read, "smoke gets in your eyes." Sorry.
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Thanks for the title suggestion Jim (✿◠‿◠). Sometimes you have a idea and you just run with it other time you stumble over blank spaces and vague impressions
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Love how the way you describe the process we all share in writing poetry on our keyboard.
ReplyDeletesometimes it flows, and sometimes the muse just stops... ~
ReplyDeleteIndeed, 'grapeling' indeed
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Whatcha got? I like that question.
ReplyDeleteHappy you dropped in Marian
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Some days it comes easy and others...forget it! Lol!
ReplyDeleteThanks for your appreciation Bekkie
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Oops. Not only did I miss the post time, but, I posted on the wrong list. What's the silver cloud (because you know there is always a silver cloud). I discovered your link to The Tuesday Platform. More possibilities to explore.
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