Thoughts Version 1.

Goldfinch60



I sit here with the blank page before me,

Words and feelings circling within my mind.

Then it happens,

A thought comes through,

And the words become clear.

I know what I am going to write,

Those words so important

That others need to know about them,

They must be written on this page.

So here we go!

Um,

Now what was that thought?

  • Author: Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 15th, 2020 02:09
  • Comment from author about the poem: Sometimes thoughts stay.
  • Category: Humor
  • Views: 47
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  • Saxon Crow

    Haha. Sounds about right. And im oy hf your age! Gulp!!

    • Goldfinch60

      It can only get worse then CS.

      Andy

    • orchidee

      Oh lol, good write Gold.

      • Goldfinch60

        Thanks Orchi.

        • orchidee

          It's a nuisance. Words and lines may come to mind, and we have no pen and paper to hand. Then by the time we have writing materials we've forgotten the lines!

          • Goldfinch60

            Very true.

          • Michael Edwards

            This resonates. However of late I only write when a thought comes to mind rather than sitting down with the lap top saying to myself 'Now what can I write about?' Thats why I'm not posting so often these days.
            Thankfully I have a daft sense of humour and see it in many situations which would pass others by.
            Mind you if us 70+ folk are confined to barracks thanks to Coronavirus then we'll have plenty of time on our hands.

            • Goldfinch60

              Thank Michael, I seem to see so much in life that I want to write about that it may never stop.

              Yes us oldies may struggle but I am sure my croquet friends and I can work something out around the Croquet lawn, we have a big Marquee that we can put up and I am sure we could get a bar in it.

              Andy

            • ANGELA & BRIAN

              THANKS FOR SHARING UNCLE ANDY ~ Good Evening ~ Blighters Wrock ~ we all suffer from it !

              The stagnant MUSE doth move ~
              But having moved ~ too quickly ~ it moves on
              Nor all thy Poets Piety & Wit
              Can lure her back - to share just half a line
              Nor all thy tears recall a Word of it

              Apologies to the *Rhubarb Cat of Homer the Man !*

              Love the BARBER ~ very soothing
              Blessings & Peace to You & Yours
              BRIAN & ANGELA 💛💛💛💛💛

              • Goldfinch60

                I do have Calliope looking down at me where I write most of my words.

                Andy

              • dusk arising

                I repeat what ME wrote above. I only write when inspiration leads me to.

                • Goldfinch60

                  Inspiration seems to be with me a great deal of the time, and sometimes in very unlikely places - then comes the problem of remembering it.

                  Andy



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