A Casual ContemplationA Poem by littlewonders
So your sitting at the table
In the kitchen or in your corner of the room You have a ballpoint papermate pen and an open faced notebook Not a person in sight Not a word written on the sheet yet Sure, you've got other things to do Places to be and etc But for at least now, you have nowhere to go And it's becoming one of those days you didn't realize was draining like an almost empty Capri-sun pouch your not gonna last that long You can't quite remember the details or all you've come to face But you face the plain page of the notebook You know theres no need' to be philosophical as you write out the first few words No need for "Dearest so and so" No need to be courteous to write out the time or date But after you write something or you end of writing everything It fizzles out, And there's a sort of peace At least you've wrote it out You've at the very least have come to turns with something
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