Artistic doodles on a page
I won’t write what I want to say
Ancient alphabet across my paper
A message dances within these letters
Blue ink in my pen
For purpose, the invasion seems driven
My name written over and over
A reminder of who I am
Fierce places for my mind to travel
A desire to fill my needs
Writing of love it shall be
Wake me when it is over
Do the doodles hide what you mean to say or reveal who you are?
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Both
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And therefore poetry was born.
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You have a point, Shari. I hadn’t considered it from that point.
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Beep. Beep. Beep. π
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Ahhh, come on. I’ve lots to finish yet.
π
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I’ve never felt the need to doodle. Interesting… Daydream, hes. Maybe that’s mental doodling.
I’ll go with that.
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It is mental doodling, I’m sure of it. I do that, too. Goodness.
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This is really good
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Thank you. Your feedback means a lot. π
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You’re welcome
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Richard, my comment didn’t sound very sincere, yet it truly was.
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It was, and I’m glad it helps
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