WRITING MORATORIUM

 

Swore off writing today

Although the middle of the night

Ideas

Scrawled by cloudy moonlight

Kept coming

Words that are impossible

To decipher

In the aging dawn

Lines of words

Rudely bumping into each other

But no matter

What can I say

That hasn’t been said

Ad nauseum

(A little Latin is good for the soul

And maybe for the battered ego)

So

What can I say…?

 

© 2016 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

 

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