Friday 4/22/22 Compilation

Feeling the need to complete so many prompts and challenges has led me to my combining them. Here is todays:

Writing

Starting on a brand new book my fingers start to dance
looking for purposeful words, not writing them by chance
the words however stand alone, all lonely, voiceless words
and like the letters on the wind, they fly away like birds.
To start I use the majuscule, to show that I am game
but illness puts a hold on me, I swallow just the same.
Words used to flow like drops of rain on velvet shouldered coats
Now they fly, not solitary, in dusty groups of motes.
So with my pen I push my hand to get the words to flow
When they do not I simply place my pen down and I go.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

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