Enigmatic Poetry

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2002

The same old song repeating in my mind

The same old words, I'm still trying to find

That special peom, hidding deep inside

Falling with my tears onto my paper each time I had cried

Where could they be, those secretive lines

The keys to the locks of my riddling rhymes

Why can't they flow like honey from my lips

Yet instead they are  shadowed as an evasive eclipse...

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Ummm...not much to say for this....I HAVE WRITERS BLOCK.....and this is me expressing it?

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Dale Clark's picture

I like this a lot. I think you've still got
the muse speaking to you. Keep what you hear
and feel!

running_with_rabbits's picture

wow i love the lines

"The same old song repeating in my mind
The same old words, I'm still trying to find"

they are great and the way you worded "riddling rhymes"
was great, it kinda made me think
thanks for the read

ashley


Much Love

Ashley