Wojja sat alone one day with some rhyme
But felt ill at ease ‘because it wasn’t his time
He wrestled and tumbled and played dice with his words
But they just wouldn’t fly, like fledgling birds
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Hmm...advice of the muse well taken... And even if your tongue's twisted or your brain's clogged...the clarity of your writing is crystal all the way~! ! Cheers. Subroto
What a lovely cure for writers block. The pictures flowed from your words and were painted so nicely in my mind. T
Oh Well done, unique...love the title, the rest of it too. You really have the flair to turn whatever you put a hand and mind to, into a masterpiece...showing me for one - how it is done...Cindy
Very talented Wojja, A nice little read in the land of dreams. Can't get much better than this.10++
words grow beard on your aging lines...thanks for this long ballad
I like how you play with words! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
What I have conceived is that the poem interplays between three facets making it a triage. The essentials of learning from the surroundings are very much obvious from the stanzas. The second facet deals with a tale that you actually might have experienced and that rendered you to write this beautiful poem. The third facet is I think more important that deals with several things and some of the them are even unoticed in normal days, yet have some high ranked lessons hidden in them. It is a usual phenomenon that we sometimes find it difficult to write what we feel in words for several reasons and in such confusional states one should always have a look at the surroundings to increase his or her observant instincts, this will surely lead to generation of several ideas and might maintain a continuity of words. Sometimes in such situations we are unable to decide or put things in order, so one must listen what others advise in such particular moments for it could actually repace the previous skillful tendencies..........The essence is rather very clear that even in such stagnation of brain and thoughts, one can still find ways to regain the lost art if one has a scenical nature and an urge to seek more and more......