Post No. 861
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Once
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Once there was a time
A time no word would rhyme
A time when I died inside
Once there was a time
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But it was true what they said
The cog locked, the wheel turned
The sun burned once more in the sky
Once there was a time
.
Words tripped and fell
My head was too full
As they tried and tried
To climb out of my skull
Once there was a time
.
©Denise G Allen, 22 August 2015 23:26
23/08/2015 at 12:17 am
You know some days it is so easy and others well no matter how much I try …
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23/08/2015 at 3:55 pm
True. And sometimes I let go of an idea only to return a week, a month, later. Or it morphs into something quite different from what I had in mind. 🙂
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23/08/2015 at 4:29 pm
I have gone totally dry myself, I don’t even think about writing anymore. It saddens me, because I loved it and yet I have lost interest. Before, almost anything could spark an idea, but now I don’t even try, and I can’t seem to get myself to pick up a pen. But I’m glad that you have returned to your former creative self Denise. Write on.
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23/08/2015 at 6:54 pm
I am sorry to hear that Jake. I have missed seeing you around as often as before. Remember, if you don’t use your talent you will lose it so even writing occasionally is better than not at all. I have a few off-days here and there. In fact, sometimes more than a few. But am reading more and more now that I have a Kindle. Books that I should have read sooner. So that’s where a lot of my time disappears to as well. Keep well my friend. It is a bu***r to get old, but there’s no avoiding it unfortunately. 😉
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23/08/2015 at 9:05 pm
Sometimes I too, think that way about getting old, but then sometimes I use it to my advantage. lol
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24/08/2015 at 5:43 am
Haha, I think we all do!
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