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Lost In Thoughts

Sometimes my thoughts wander when I'm sitting still or a vague notion crosses my mind, giving me a chill I soak up weird ideas like a sprout absorbs April rain I'm not averse to anything filtering through my brain Quite often I ponder the reason for many things on Earth the moon's control of ebb and flow over tides in a firth Why some critters are hatched; some given a live birth and why some folks are so obsessed with a man's worth When writing a poem, there are times I just cannot think Til a phrase comes from the blue when I stand at the sink I let the dishes soak and faster than my eyes can blink I am writing a sonnet of verses that poetically interlink I've moments when I'm oblivious to almost everything The whispering wind; a song a finch has chosen to sing Lost in thoughts of my own while on the porch I swing being grateful for all I have. My life is such a wellspring The other day, I was walkin' and just started thinkin' how sad so many lives were lost. Tears had me blinkin' I know it's reality, but so surreal that it doesn't sink in that a germ is causing havoc. Sometimes life is stinkin' Right now I'm contemplating what I take for granted I know sometimes my views can be biased and slanted but I cannot allow myself to become so disenchanted that positive views with negative ones become supplanted December 31, 2020 Just Thinkin' Contest Sponsor ~ John Lawless

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Paula Goldsmith

Date: 1/6/2021 7:41:00 AM

Congratulations on your win. Thinking you just won. Thinking is good but can get us into trouble. Enjoy your win and have a blessed day.......................

Jenna Logan
Date: 1/10/2021 3:53:00 AM

Thank you very much, Paula.

John Lawless

Date: 1/5/2021 4:40:00 PM

...and then she wrote it all down. Thank you for exposing the ramblings of the unfettered muse. thanks for participating in the contest

Jenna Logan
Date: 1/5/2021 9:54:00 PM

I could've written you a novel with my rambling thoughts, John. lol Thank you very much for the honor of this poem placing in your contest.

David Scott

Date: 1/4/2021 10:59:00 PM

Well love the flow the pattern certanly makes one think the wording yeah we do take a lot for grated nice poem davidscott

Jenna Logan
Date: 1/5/2021 9:51:00 PM

Hello, David. Thanks very much for reading and leaving me you kind thoughts.

Jennifer Proxenos

Date: 1/3/2021 12:26:00 PM

Well I love the way ideas that come into your mind either whilst standing by the sink or walking through a park or merely just thinking out loud and alone. i do that if i don't happen to have brought my notebook with me. Happy New Year my friend, Hugs and blessings, Jennifer. Jennifer.

Jenna Logan
Date: 1/4/2021 2:56:00 AM

Happy New Year for you, too, Jennifer. Thanks for your insight and support.

Gershon Wolf

Date: 1/2/2021 9:27:00 PM

Enjoyed your musings on the topic, Jenna... The good news is that your thoughts lead to poems, instead of just vanishing into thin air.

Jenna Logan
Date: 1/4/2021 2:55:00 AM

There have been thoughts that slipped away for lack of noting them. I'm glad you liked this one, Gershon.

Rico Leffanta

Date: 1/1/2021 11:06:00 AM

I think great poets spend more time thinking than writing, whereas I seem to spend more time searching for a pen before the thought flees , , , , , (I reckon you won this one)! Aloha! Rico

Jenna Logan
Date: 1/1/2021 1:31:00 PM

Oh, Rico, such is the woe of a poet on the fly. A pen in the hand is worth a dozen hiding in the bushes. Don't know where that came from, but there it is. The contest is still open.

Mark Koplin

Date: 1/1/2021 9:02:00 AM

It used to drive me crazy wondering why things are the way they are and trying to figure it all out. Great write!

Jenna Logan
Date: 1/1/2021 1:29:00 PM

That's a recipe for headaches and heartaches, Mark. Thanks for reading and the token of a comments...always glad to see you.

Carolyn Devonshire

Date: 1/1/2021 8:52:00 AM

Just remember, the worth of a man is not measured in dollars, but in the warmth and compassion he gives to others. A lovely poem, Jenna. Best wishes for the new year, Carolyn

Jenna Logan
Date: 1/1/2021 1:29:00 PM

Exactly, Carolyn. A giver, expecting nothing in return. Thank you for commenting and for your new years wishes. I wish the same for you.

John Gondolf

Date: 1/1/2021 7:03:00 AM

A great introspection, Jenna, I think everyone will connect with this one. I do most of my thinking when I first get up in the morning and sip my coffee when there is no one else around. Happy new year my friend. Hugs.

Jenna Logan
Date: 1/1/2021 7:49:00 AM

My quiet mornings are delightful, too, John. I love it when the world still sleeps and it's just me, bird songs, and the rising light of dawn. Thank you for your ever present support.

Mystic Rose Rose

Date: 1/1/2021 6:35:00 AM

I love the way you share your thoughts with me and enmesh me in your feelings, beautifully penned dear Jenna, wishing you a Happy New Year, thank you for stopping by, its nice to be remembered. xo

Jenna Logan
Date: 1/1/2021 7:48:00 AM

Thank you, Rose. Your comments touched me deeply. Happy New Year to you, as well.

Constance La France

Date: 1/1/2021 5:15:00 AM

Jenna, I love this write, it connects with me very much, I get lost in my writing also, and nothing exists beyond my pen, but I am a thinker like you, and I often daydream in thoughts that just come, well done and a FAV for me _Constance

Jenna Logan
Date: 1/1/2021 6:00:00 AM

There are times when a thought, a phrase, a line in a song, a gentle rain...so many things that make us reach for a pen. Yes, Constance, we are so in tune with poetry. Thank you very much for your insight and for faving this one.