boredom
restless quiet
fear of nothingness
breeding ground
searching
finding quiet
stillness is
more than ok
oh, how I love to be bored!
050309942a©JeanMarie
boredom
restless quiet
fear of nothingness
breeding ground
searching
finding quiet
stillness is
more than ok
oh, how I love to be bored!
050309942a©JeanMarie
02-22-2011
02/22/2011
02-20-2011
02/20/2011
A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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