When teeth like sandbags stop the flow
Of stream of consciousness
When writing what you know
Produces less and less
Get up, get out and run around
Barefoot brush the grass and ground
Merely laugh if you fall down
Sprawled under unfolding sky
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Condit Dam
28 Oct 2011 27 Comments
in Poetry, Word Prompt Tags: A Chance of Sunshine, Poetry, sky reading, Writer's Block