Is this stagnation I see before me?
A blank canvas as opposed to a shop bought tapestry?
In a quest to feel something I over thought, feeling nothing
I merely skimmed a surface, the essence lost elsewhere
The unfolding that rarely transpires
A dull aching from the subconscious senses
That sensation of something amiss for which I could not name then, for which even eludes me now.
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Author:
Emile Dubois (
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Wow you've just captured the very moment I'm in. I shall read again and reflect on this, thank you.
Thank you for reading it and commenting . 👍
Ina quest to feel something I over thought.... We over think, we over do, we over correct, we over edit. And then we sit there wondering....
Enjoyed your poem very much. Thank you!
Many thanks for your kind words.
Clever expressions on an overripe fruit and with so much food for later thought. Great read Emile.
Thank you for your reflection. Much respect
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