Needy Writer's Logic

Two months plus
no written word 
nor eloquent spellbinding tale

Smiling to the mirror
declaring 
"this soul ain't for sale"

Pride of no accomplishment
protects
poor fragile me

Truth of 
non-productive time 
simply too much to see

Then through the air
comes flying
text from a dear old friend

"Is everything ok?"
she asks
"I've not seen your words since when"

Typical of tortured souls
wishing greatness 
from our fingers

Her thought touched me
deep within
where  creative spirit lingers

One would think
I'd get to work
ending this Writing Sedentary

"But why?"  I ask
"I must already be great ..
her words were beyond complimentary!"


 
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Facker
August 19, 2019






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