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Play It As It Lay

Play It As It Lay

My words
slid right off the page
and made quite the stain
on the refurbished floor
of conventional elements
required in all decent writing

I know I really should edit this mess
but I kind of like the chaotic thought process
which so neatly reflects my head currently

One of the advantages of being a prose illiterate
is the freedom afforded to those blessed with ignorance
to float through all these regulation impediments
that serve only to impede the creative process

 

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Marion

Wow, very clever writing and very witty, made me laugh. I recognise myself here...lol..well done..pinned actually, to remind me I'm not the only one lol ?

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Steve Green

Thanks Marion...Writing is such good venting therapy ;)

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Marion

You are not wrong there Steve..it is fantastic therapy, I sometimes think if everybody was forced to write a poem a day we would have less MH problems and wouldn't it make very interesting reading? On the serious side, I suspect the reason people don't is exactly as you described. They feel put off in case they ( do it wrong)..expression should be open to all, there is no right or wrong way ??

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