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Earthed

An anchor, in my arms
Rigamortis in the writing hand
Sometimes I do not sail
The emptiness is like being starved
You search for salvation
But everything is earthed
In a sentence
No word is placed
Bur randomised
Like an impediment of speech

01.11.09 01

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  • Lisa Knight gold member
    November 2
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    Thank you

    Thank you for responding to my poem. It is strange how you can create out of the idea that you're blocked. Some days things come easy, other days you're empty and lost. Do you find that the ability to construct a conversation is easier when you are on your creative game?


  • bunnyslasher157
    November 1

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    That is unique.. I have never read anything like It.. I mean that as a comlplaiment. good job and keep writing!!