puffed-up writer
compellingly follows idea
stops dramatically
delivering fragments
lesson learned:
ink that skips and jumps
follows paper
writer friend to writer friend:
you may rest your head on my creative shoulder…
watching blues dance
with downturned pen
in a field of irony
is like decidedly dancing
with snapped wings
and cardboard teeth
not worth writing about
let it go
by mary ann blinkhorn
mypenandme 
this is beautiful.
thank you
a Zen moment. Nice
Thank you. 🙂
sounds like a pause for breath …
Writing these is always good therapy for me — a break from fiction.
“Delivering fragments…” Wonderful to see your words Mary Ann.
Thanks, Don. I hope to post something new soon. Ever since my surgery the “script” side of my brain seems to be working wonderfully while the “poetry” side seems to be stuck in some sort of vacuum. Thanks for stopping by.