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Bollix Them Up

The words. They fell out on paper. They were in my head. Not sure what they said. I stare... at them in ink. Then think. Indigo seeping into paper fibers. It was me... who wrote them down. But were they mine? Did I bollix them up? Did they land standing up? In the proper order? And now. This is how. It ends up.

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Line Gauthier

Date: 2/11/2019 11:00:00 PM

Congrats, Greg. Well penned. Congrats on your fine win.

Greg Gaul
Date: 2/12/2019 7:39:00 AM

Thanks very much Line. I see your many fine placements as well. Many fine verses. Many insightful thoughts captured in well penned poetry.

Andrew Fairchild

Date: 2/1/2019 3:42:00 AM

Bravo! Happens like that! How many times have we 'crossed the street in traffic', dreaming, only to find ourselves alive on the other side, and not know how we got there.

Greg Gaul
Date: 2/1/2019 5:31:00 AM

Awareness Andrew, it's a challenge for us all, even poets. Thanks for your insightfull comment.

Caren Krutsinger

Date: 1/29/2019 3:01:00 PM

I sometimes have these moments and I think "I did not write this. Who did? Then I venture onto a phrase I recognize and I say 'oh, well, yes, it might have been me after all.'"

Greg Gaul
Date: 1/29/2019 6:37:00 PM

No worries, it's a common concern among poets. You're the third one to make this same observation already and I just posted this one on two of my sites. Anywho, thanks so much for noticing and commenting. Most kind of you.