Wednesday, February 16, 2022

The same pool

 Swirling in my own thoughts, 

Sometimes drowning in monotony or despair,

Sometimes breaking the surface in elation and new light,

But always in the same pool.


Poetry always comes easily, short, sweet, and complete in itself - be it 7 lines or 70. 

Writing prose is always difficult because we need to give it a beginning, middle, and end. Much like life itself.

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