It seemed like we were always dancing,
though the music was sometimes too fast,
and sometimes a little too slow,
and sometimes we hardly heard it at all
A brief start to a poem, for Jilly’s January challenge over at Casting Bricks.
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This is a space for me to write, share my words and play with poetry. You are very welcome here.
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Ooooh! This is intriguing! Thanks for joining in, Sarah. I need to write this one on paper and stick on my frig, walking by it at 3 AM when the muse is pacing and prowling… (Clearly, I like it!)
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I’m glad somebody else is plagued by 3 am muses. They do make a racket, don’t they? Perhaps we need some muse-traps?
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Hahaha! Punny, yet… more. There must be a poem in that!
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Oooo–this is intriguing.
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This was amazing to complete, Sarah! (Hope I didn’t go too dark.)
https://jillys2016.wordpress.com/2018/01/10/dancing/
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I will work on completing this poem tonight and / or tomorrow! Thanks for a great start.
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Looking forward to it!
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https://revivedwriter.wordpress.com/2018/01/11/dancing-2/
I hope you enjoy this.
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