The words! -they are eluding me
Traveling to places I can’t see
It’s maddening to know they’re near
Singing songs I cannot hear
The delicate flavors go to waste
With gourmet things I cannot taste
My body senses -oh! so much
And yet their words I cannot touch
While wafting on the breeze I smell
The aromas of this wordless hell
Creative constipations are the dues
When coping with an absent muse.
the kintsukuroi life 
well hell do tell
ok sorry now
but i went to the store
and what is more
jr let me have
you re sick
he said
you must change
i told him to worry about you
he s a shouter
i m a cryer.
be well Gwen!
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Horrid not to be able to hear the songs you want,
Better than a Trombone soloist playing jarring modern music for two hours.
Sad not to taste your favorite foods,
Better than tasting only the foods you truly dislike.
Sad when those clouds are so dark and not moving,
Somewhere a rainbow with flamingos flying high.
Always in my heart and thoughts,
Loving Aunt Joan 🌹🌹
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Now this is wonderful! Whimsical and yet cynical if that is the right word. It seems the words escape me as well. Great poem!
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Thank you. I am glad you got both the whimsy and cynicism because I was definitely feeling both…
I wonder what is in the air because it isn’t just you and I feeling this.
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So true…so now
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Yeah. It’s with all of we writing empaths.
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Unfortunately.
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You’ve captured so beautifully how I felt yesterday!
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Oh I’m so glad I did! I note you said yesterday; does that mean you’ve got the words back today? I hope so.
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Yes, I just pounded out about 1000 of them:-)
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