Holes In ThinkingA Poem by Chris Shawmy pen plays idle as brain cells collide and side in sympathy with mother's sliding mind state her fate unbalanced muddled thoughts absent logic caught in cobwebs of stickiness struggling to escape unable to string more than a few pearl words together holes in thinking vocabulary sinking thirst for poetry missing appetite all but dead morning musicality gone lost in a fog of nothingness yet as dawn broke through today something else broke through too i heard a blackbird's sweetest notes and found my own song too
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Added on January 31, 2022Last Updated on January 31, 2022 AuthorChris ShawBerkshire, United KingdomAboutAlbert, my paternal grandfather introduced me to Tennyson when I was nine. I have loved poetry ever since but did not attempt writing a single piece until I was 40. It's never too late to try somethin.. more..Writing
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