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
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Do the doodles hide what you mean to say or reveal who you are?
Both
And therefore poetry was born.
You have a point, Shari. I hadn’t considered it from that point.
Beep. Beep. Beep. 🙂
Ahhh, come on. I’ve lots to finish yet.
😉
I’ve never felt the need to doodle. Interesting… Daydream, hes. Maybe that’s mental doodling.
I’ll go with that.
It is mental doodling, I’m sure of it. I do that, too. Goodness.
This is really good
Thank you. Your feedback means a lot. 🙂
You’re welcome
Richard, my comment didn’t sound very sincere, yet it truly was.
It was, and I’m glad it helps