A blossom
A light bulb moment
something, anything
to get the words flowing
take a walk
but my supper is in the oven
so walk after I’ve eaten ~
or maybe just say please.
~~~~~
There was a single duck ~
grooming itself by the water
plucking through each feather
on chest and under wings.....
Canoes on the sun glimmered lake
~ laughter echoed in time
to the dip and pull of paddles.....
Ducklings swam in circles,
no longer fluffy and yellow
but stream-lined, with young brown feathers.
~~~~~
Thank you
“The pages are still blank, but there is
a miraculous feeling of the words being there,
written in invisible ink and clamouring to become visible.”
~ Vladimir Nabokov
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