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terminally alive Nov 2018
sadness is the bane of life, yet it tastes so bittersweet
it becomes addictive, leaving you feeling incomplete
so many dig for drama, only to be left sad and depressed.
but isn't that the point of all this attention gathering?
Random pondering
Tallie Mar 2018
The words won’t string together
I type and type
Backspace. Backspace.

Thoughts pour like a waterfall
They plummet to the bottom.
Splash. Splash. Plunk.

Tears fall like love
A girl falls in love. The guy never catches.
Thunk. “Ouch”
Arlene Corwin Aug 2017
Who Would’a Thunk It?

Who would’a thunk it?

Fifteen books

Sliding piecemeal into six…

Other’s bibliographies

Whose credit lists go on and on

In pages worn

By use unceasing.

Here sit I

Noon sun high,

Ablaze with phrase

That turns into (most likely will)

Ideas instilled

With rhyme and substance,

Probing, pressing cortex’ lobe

Gushing, pushing out the job.

Who would’a thunk, in any case,

That it would form the base of hours

Spent each day as child’s play?

(Except that I’m grown up!)

Who would’a thunk it?

Who Would’a Thunk It? 8.16.2017
A Sense Of The Ridiculous II; The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative II;
Arlene Corwin

Thunk; informal or humorous past a
think thought thunk!

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