My muse has become an albatross;
It hangs about my neck
And everything I think to write
Seems but a flightless peck.
It hangs about my neck
And everything I think to write
Seems but a flightless peck.
Author notes
I don't go anywhere without my jump drive hanging around my neck. It contains hundreds of pages of notes and scribbles. One day I shall unite them... one day.
I'm taking a bit of break from AP to see if I can't "get this thing done"...so I won't be posting much here for a while though I do plan to check in as much as possible.
May the New Year be good to you all.
Kj
A contest entry
- Prompt:: Scattered by Naridill.
450 points, ended December 22, 2007, 8 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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this is a good one, short but to the point, there is a song from C.O.C by the same name, and I have one as well,
check if you like,
http://allpoetry.com/poem/2031393

K-

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Simple but such beauty ~ your words are wise ~ as beauty is just natural with your flow.
Thanks for entering.
Much luck

p.s your awesome.


