Penny’s poem really hits a strong chord with me – writers, pop over and see if you relate!
I’m the junkie twitching for his next fix I’m the drunkard looking for his next drink I’m the infant crying for his mother’s breast The need in me to give life to my thoughts is undeniable My fingers are drawn to the keyboard searching for that release I long to watch the letters flow across the screen as I chase the cursor The cursor is mocking me today My thoughts will not emerge upon the page Today the thirst remains (C) 2019 Penny Wilson *The original version of this was written several years ago. I liked it then, but decided it needed a fresh tweak. I hope you enjoyed. Penny
I also thought this poem was excellent, Jessica.
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Penny has a way with words 🤗
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The cursor is mocking me too. I’m giving myself two more weeks and then I’m sprinting to catch us with it (I hope). 😀
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You’ll get there. Be gentle on yourself after everything you’ve been through!
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Gentle? Nope. My muse will have her whip out. I’m most productive with ultimatums. Ha ha.
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Haha, slave driver 😁
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Definitely words a writer can relate to. An excellent poem!
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Indeed; Penny’s quite a master wordsmith.
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