The silent speechless part of my long day
Running backward trying to find the way
Going up the sharp incline
Looking for the center line
Staring at the blank a page
Knowing I need to engage
Then the image appears to me
The solace that hears my plea 
The spark and glimmer that beckons the plight
The immense desire I have to write

About kwicksand

Sinking in the quicksand of my thoughts. ~David Bowie
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11 Responses to Quiet

  1. uchmorg says:

    Floundering in the quicksand of your inspiration!

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  3. Cubby says:

    I love the rhyming couplets that your thoughts spilled into the virtual world.

  4. primalnights says:

    I LOVE writing. As I love the physical act of writing as well. So much so that many years ago I made a personal goal to keep a journal and write letters to people and I have filled many journals and I have written at least 2 letters a week for many years. I really connect with your post.

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