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
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 
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. 🙂
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Ahhh, come on. I’ve lots to finish yet.
😉
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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. 🙂
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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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