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What is wonderment? 🦋

What is wonderment? 🦋

I want to write of wonderment to blow away your mind

But then again where on earth is such a thing and is it there to find ?

Is wonderment a fascination that is written in the stars

Or hidden in some distant hemisphere locked behind bolted bars ?

Well all these puzzlements are perplexing as I am searching high and low

I need to leave a lasting impression which you will dream about you know

Oh if only I could conjure up wonderment in my life and verse

But then again I would have nothing else to write about, so my accomplishment could be a curse

Ah well I shall simply do as I have always done with my poised pen 

And that is to write about this and that and anything else and start all over again

I want to be a wiffle waffle wordsmith that delights my reader’s eyes

To transport them away within tangents of timelessness, amidst lost sensations of surprise…

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Being Me

Your poems are always a source of wonderment! And they are definitely not wiffle waffle. 😁 xx

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Jill Tait

Awww Thanks my lovely 🌹🦋🌹

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