Wadded Thoughts

Folder: 
2006 Poetry

Wadded up

sheets of paper

thrown about

the old wood floor.

Wastebasket empty

sitting void,

just like

my thoughts this day.

My muse

perched on the shelf

snickering

as I search

for inspiration.

Some days

the words just flow,

and others

they lay strewn about,

like balls

of sheeted fiber

at my feet.

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