copy of you

this is not writing anymore 

my thoughts are locked

playfully penned words have left

took all of their belongings

what is still here, I put to the curb

an empty mind is now locked

any one have the keys

if not, a copy will have to do

a copy of you, please

a copy of you

a reciting recital of dancing words

ballerina style, graceful 

fluttering fingertips 

fanciful ways of old,

to these things

I give my minds belongings

and wait for a copy of you            

                                                 

                                  

Reviews

[Audrey Rey]

This poem is wonderfully built and it produces very relatable emotions indeed!

[Holly Mason]

thank you much and truly

[Cassie]

This poem is a true evidence that your mind is not locked. Ha!! Good one Holly

[Holly Mason]

Thank ya little lady*)

[Mark]

I think all writers read something at some point in their life and think 'Gosh I wish I could write like that!' Especially when our creative muse goes on vacation.

Well done, enjoyed reading.

[Holly Mason]

thank you fine sir...any ole copy will do hahahah

[Cassie]

Wow!!! I related with this poem, the first few lines, with the poem i added today"sweet dreams". Thank you for sharing

[Constance Payne]

This hits quite close to home as I often feel that I am simply a copy of another....I like it much.....

[Holly Mason]

thank you fine lady...nice to see ya*)

[Constance Payne]

Life has been kicking me in the teeth lately....writing had been put on the back burner...or at least getting them published. Nice to be back.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

next to last line, did you mean "my mind's belongings"--?
the words take all their belongings...like in divorce, the other takes everything...and all we have left is chair and tv...

we have to go out and purchase new furniture, and as poets, purchase new words.

[s y e]

:O I loved the wording of this write, Holls.
I thought it was pen'd really well. A lot of powerful lines.
Awesome blossom!

~Noodle

[Just Kim]

playfully penned words have left
took all of their belongings
what is still here, I put to the curb
an empty mind is now locked

I love these words here, powerful wonderful write.