Started of with seasons
Until I lost my work!
So back to the typing (my index finger flirts),
Slipped again, so now the headings search!
Search for what? I don't know, just keep tapping, something will show...
Well, I search for a reason, and now I doubt, that writing about seasons, was what was allowed.
There is a season:
Oh joy, oh fun...
I understand, this isn't one.
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Author:
Valiantstar (Pseudonym) (
Online) - Published: March 18th, 2026 07:13
- Comment from author about the poem: I spent a considerable amount of time ( at least 10 minutes:(drafting a different piece, only to have it disappear, at the stoke of my twitching finger. Another one for the ether, I suspect.
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments3
Isn't that the most vexing thing. I too have lost pieces in that way out of a careless touch of the keyboard. This is a piece that many can identify with.
Valiantstar, this made me smile…there’s a playful frustration here that feels real and immediate. It stumbles on purpose, then leans into it. The shifting form mirrors that searching energy…like the poem is figuring itself out as it goes. Loved this. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Gotta have Word or similar. I even bang out many of my comments there first before a copy and paste here, where all too often my comment gets lost or sunk before I can post.. Most folks here will relate, I bet.
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