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Writer's Burnt Out
 
Oh Dear, I must confess
What shall I say in forty words or less

A quick little gem, short and to the point
This poets hands are weakened by sore joints

Awaiting those words to speak, I am drowsy
In my lazy boy I dream and fall asleep

I must confess of my divine quest, I cannot rest
I will put on my thinking cap, maybe that would be best
Oh God it is stretched

My brain is so confused
I sigh wondering which words should I choose
Oh Lord, I could lose

The birds and the bee's swarm around me
I long for angels to unite, intervene and carry me away
In total peace and serene eternity

Potpourri of Poetry Adele Kaye Challenge Words
gem, divine, drowsy, dream, sigh, unite, swarm, angels, serene, peace


Joyce Porter/Joyfulsunrise




By Joyce Porter

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