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I have two brains inside my head, Sharing thoughts in synoptic threads; Sifting what's been heard or read; Random, weird, or rational doubts, They get crowded, some fall out. Like mustard seeds some fall near stones, And wither away before full grown; Un-liked, un-loved, barely a hit, Not to pass our reader's lips.        *Have I sown more ******** Some scatter near the thorny bush, The root is strong, but growth gets crushed; It seems I can't discriminate What readers like and what they hate.        I need re-evaluate: Am I writing for writing's sake? Some thoughts find richness firmly grounded, The how and why leaves me confounded; But the ideas blossom, some are priceless, A palate treat with figurative spices.        Now, this is more to my reader's liking.
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Jan 15, 2018
Jan 15, 2018 at 10:34 AM UTC
Sowing in Fertile Ground
I have two brains inside my head, Sharing thoughts in synoptic threads; Sifting what's been heard or read; Random, weird, or rational doubts, They get crowded, some fall out. Like mustard seeds some fall near stones, And wither away before full grown; Un-liked, un-loved, barely a hit, Not to pass our reader's lips.        *Have I sown more ******** Some scatter near the thorny bush, The root is strong, but growth gets crushed; It seems I can't discriminate What readers like and what they hate.        I need re-evaluate: Am I writing for writing's sake? Some thoughts find richness firmly grounded, The how and why leaves me confounded; But the ideas blossom, some are priceless, A palate treat with figurative spices.        Now, this is more to my reader's liking.
francie-lynch
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Jan 15, 2018
Jan 15, 2018 at 10:34 AM UTC
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