Words

I ponder with pen upon my bed
And wonder what’s left that hasn’t been said
Words I find so fresh and new-
Leftovers buried within my head?
Forgotten verse I long ago knew?
Perhaps I’ll  feast awhile instead 
On Shakespeare’s Sonnet 32

Written for #100: Monday Poetry Train Revisited

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4 responses to “Words

  1. What to say when you don’t know what to say but you want to say something? Sometimes just wait and the words will come by themselves when you will be ready… 🙂

  2. cute piece; sitting down to a blank page or a blinking cursor, a scenario every writer knows too well! 🙂

  3. really good writing…right to the point.

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