On days that
I have a
difficult time
writing, I let
my mind wander
to another
place and scene.
Today
I imagine a
musty attic.
It smells like
mothballs and
old perfume.
I stumble upon
an old trunk.
And when I look
inside
I find hundreds
of my poems that
I wrote and
forgot about.
I thumb through
the brittle pages,
and read.
"Hey, not bad.
This one is pretty
good.
Hey, here's one with
multiple layers.
Writing as a
metaphor for
******
This silly exercise of
mine just netted me
this poem.
Wanderlust of the
mind promotes
creativity.
Now I can nap,
after I ***
of course.
Feb 19, 2024
Feb 19, 2024 at 5:39 PM UTC
On days that
I have a
difficult time
writing, I let
my mind wander
to another
place and scene.
Today
I imagine a
musty attic.
It smells like
mothballs and
old perfume.
I stumble upon
an old trunk.
And when I look
inside
I find hundreds
of my poems that
I wrote and
forgot about.
I thumb through
the brittle pages,
and read.
"Hey, not bad.
This one is pretty
good.
Hey, here's one with
multiple layers.
Writing as a
metaphor for
******
This silly exercise of
mine just netted me
this poem.
Wanderlust of the
mind promotes
creativity.
Now I can nap,
after I ***
of course.
Check out my you tube channel where I read my poetry.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P2roycihKc0
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