art blog and stories from my life
Sunday, October 12, 2008
The Magic of no Magic
....suddenly the wind picked up
and the world outside of Publix swirled
causing the local crows appear scary
the grasses swayed in a dangerous manner
and I in the middle of it declared to Lidia, that this
was the creative time in the history
of my many trips to this area
I was moved by my Muse
I felt special long after returning home
and waited for something special and nice at the same
time to happen to me.
I am still anticipating it.
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The little poem or a story (whatever u intended to call it) is rather lamely written. U need Editor! Or a writing coach, or just read it aloud to hear how it does not sound good!Or keep up the bad work.
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