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Restless, useless murmurs
poison the airs
journals and a bead plate stare
back at me, they connive, as i wait.
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On the coffee table,
rough drafts lay parallel
sunlight and clear citrine spears
refuse to create shining tears.
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Ideas dangle, then crumble...penciled,
then crossed out, darkened...the mind
is a lonely mannequin in a dark space,
no fire or warmth...only cold stares,
drab.....no pizzazz.
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There's no glitter or sparkle
to excite an opaque mind,
to sharpen dulled senses,
my words...my beadworks
need candor and splendor.
i need my swarovskis...n o w.
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Sally

© Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
    January 17, 2024