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Blank page seems to say More than I can conversate Muse is so rude she left today I’m left confused feeling a way Mind is like insect in a web Spider there it won’t go well Trapped by the void of life Times we start over and must write Who saw a stick and said pencil Who saw tree as paper mental I guess we are blessed to create A rock can aspire a paper weight

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Date: 2/26/2025 3:46:00 PM
I love your poem, especially the last sentence. I'm glad the words came together, and a poem emerged.
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Karen Jones
Date: 2/26/2025 3:56:00 PM
Was my muse messing with me! lol. I appreciate your support and kind comments Hilda!
Date: 2/25/2025 8:21:00 PM
--And ink can become a river of emotions! Really like that last stanza! :) Gershon
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Karen Jones
Date: 2/25/2025 8:41:00 PM
Love that line ink river of emotions! Gershon that’s beautiful! And thanks for liking!
Date: 2/24/2025 5:11:00 PM
Love the title, Karen, and read on with your introspective poem. The last stanza was full of great, thoughtful lines!
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Karen Jones
Date: 2/24/2025 5:17:00 PM
David thanks! I’m actually in a writer’s block so my subject matter is not my norm lol!

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