Your sis has got a great eye--and you know those poems will be back--Your Muse doesn't desert you ever for long, lady, so cut yourself some slack. (If it walks like a poem and quacks like a poem--it's a poem--or maybe a duck...)
hugs--

Karla, the poem that just left the building will return with a thousand guests my dear friend -- be prepared to scribe each of them -- may peace and love be in your heart on this day of Thanksgiving -- Jon Michael

I like this, Karla. Whimsical and perfect. Great photo, too.

Most amusing. I gave up on gum. Like Georg says, some can't chew with out a manual. That would be me. Just ask my perforated tongue. Patrick

I gave up walkin and chewin gum at the same time; I swallowed way too much gum!

Walk and chew gum at the same time? some can't chew without a instructions manual!!!

Georg

PS. A gold nugget by you= "...the poem has left the building..."

You put so much pressure on yourself, Karla. A gift from God isn't usually taken away. Hugs,
Sheila

I like the way you punish yourself all the while you keep pushing out the poems!;-) You are a wonder, Karla!

Love and hugs,
Eileen

The words indeed left the building, only to land on the Den. You make me chuckle. Even when you think you can't write, you write a delightful poem.

God bless you. Kathy

Karla,
right on the money as always...the truth and nothing but...

John

well expressed-sometimes we are brilliant, sometimes...well

Sage's cards are up and she's calling the hand. The Muse is asked to dance and I feel sure she wouldn't request anything of another she isn't sure could be completed.

Blessings and love,
Susan

Joker's Wild, Karla! Poetry is a gamble, the ante is steep, and the stakes high, I call your winning hand!

Love,
Sage

Sometimes some of my best inspirations come when I am doing something completely different than looking for poetry.
fee

Me too, or neither, which ever is applicable! For a woman I'm pretty useless at multi-tasking - with my hands, that is... I have the opposite trouble with my brain... keeping it on track and in line is what sends my hands and legs into a total tailspin! Perhaps feeding it some gum will clamp its jaws together - at least long enough to let my hands get a word in edgeways! I'm useless at spatial awareness too... think Solitaire would thus also defeat me as it requires shifting stuff from A to B. Love this as always, Karla... just goes to show you have only to look up your sleeves et voila! Job done! :)) xx

me 2, with solitaire...funny, though, before computers I never played with a deck of cards...who needs me when AD has humorous you...e

Solitaire, the night I ran out of words.
As usual, Karla, on target. -gene.

Karla this poem proves you wrong :) what a delivery!!!
Love,Christine

I've hated the game of solitaire ever since I can remember hearing about it. Haha Joseph has a good point.

LOL, Karla! Whenever I have writer's block, I find that reading other people's poetry is the cure. Sparks the imagination.

Love & Light,
Joseph

This is great Karla, thank you for sharing
In Christs Love
Michelle~

My problem is if I win two games in a row at 9am, I'm still there at noon.

Cheers,
Dan

You may have lost the card game but you won with this write. Well done again, Karla. Poetry rules.

Sometimes we need solitaire (or at least solitude) to sweep the brain clean so we can start all over again...good one

Cute write, Karla; and I love the piccy! I am a multi tasker, too! LOL Well done; enjoyed~!

(((HUGS))) anmd much love, your twin, Karen Lynn. :D

I know this all too well. Brilliant master-stroke. You have a block; so, write about the block. Why not? Everyone can relate. Good one Karla.