I see the words I'm writing
through a foggy mist
the urge to continue too strong
there's no way to resist
Peripheral vision is spinning
I'm using imagination for eyes
if I don't get to finish this
I humbly apologize
The poem I was hoping to write
has totally deserted my brain
this poor excuse for a substitute
should be flushed down the drain
The teapot is singing ready
scones in the oven are done
so I eat, read, write, and rave
Oh my! a poet's life is such fun
~~~
One of my new meds blurred my vision
so badly I can hardly see. Hope to make up commenting soon. Wasted time onthis drivel!;-) I'm addicted to posting need I say more;-)!
etw
hugs and love
I wish I could share a cup of tea with you one day.
Best wishes always
From
Kay
what a fabulous line, always a pleasure reading your words, Eileen
love and peace, Carole
I think we should all try that, and save a scone for me!
Take care,
Sherry
Blessings,
Joyce Bowling
Hugs, Laura
Sandie Angel :o)
Love,
Susan
Love and Peace~
Kimmy~
I know the feeling. Things distract me in life but I always find myself coming back to AD. Like a second home.
Blessings to you,
~Linda
Peace,
Joselyn
and pictures, and I sure love for you 2..
Hope you be better so0n..
Lurve ya!
Love and Blessings to you ...
Richard Lloyd Cederberg
alas the poetry addiction is life long and there is no cure..
OOOO, a cream tea too...
Love Tinka