“Bla, Bla, Bla,”.. .
That’s all I feel anymore,
When thinking of what to write.
Words seem to escape me,
As I sit here in the night;
Beautiful Letters,
On the wings of words,
Soaring around me,
In an endless blur.
A desolate plain,
On this paper I see,
Has yet to form,
It‘s valleys and trees.
An idle pen,
Circles and lines,
Nothing but scribbles,
From in my mind.
When put to paper,
I sit in awe,
For what I see,
Is, “Bla, Bla, Bla,”.. .
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William Hancock © All Rights Reserved
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[ Image used: pixabay.com/en/sunset-desert-dry-trees-sandy-soil-284213 ]
Poem on Image: placed by; written by William Hancock © 2014′
But you must fulfill your blogging duty and space. And you do so … so very cleverly. 🙂
I’m always in awe of your blah.
I posted enough during December and did rest on Christmas Day. Thought I could last/rest until the end of the year. Alas it was not to be. 😦
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December 26, 2014 at 12:04 pm
. .. 😉 ❤
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December 26, 2014 at 1:01 pm
I loved this!
Took the words right out of my .. thoughts! 😉
I’ma need personal delivery. I miss sooooo much! Time to browse! ♥
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January 31, 2015 at 12:24 am
. .. ❤ "Grace" ❤ .. .
Thank You for the share on Google.. .
Missed You.. . 😉
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January 31, 2015 at 10:13 am
Reblogged this on "A Curious Mind".
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February 19, 2015 at 7:59 am
Wonderful! Oh that idle pen 🙂
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March 21, 2015 at 10:51 am
Nothing you write can ever be viewed as, “bla, bla, bla…” Beautiful words from a beautiful pen ❤
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August 8, 2015 at 9:47 am
A really big Thank You,.. . Wow!
Coming from a talented poetess as you,
❤ ❤ ❤ 😉 ♫♪.. .♥
Maybe you shouldn't journey too far, I like all this sunshine you're blowing my way, and you're liable to bump into one of my hum-dingers, or two, or three.. .
Thank You, Serena.
Bill ♥
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August 8, 2015 at 7:23 pm