Blocked
She tried to be serious with her
smart girl glasses on. Fingernails
cut short to the pink, tips weighing
heavy on the keyboard.
But the words escaped through her
bloodshot eyes like little lambs all
in a jumble running off to cavort in
the sun.
Zouxzoux, Nice imagery created here. I love the photo.
Pamela
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Zouxzoux, agree. Love the writing, love the pics.
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Yes, photo is great. But I was the girl in the poem at one time, in essence, so it was VERY real!!
Amy
http://sharplittlepencil.wordpress.com/2011/04/03/message-in-a-bottle-napowrimo-3/
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I read this once and felt sad for her… then read it again and felt the potential creativity, struggling to get the right words out, and then joyously running into the sunlight.
It’s always nice when something like this makes you think twice.
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Really nice. I like the bit about the smart girl glasses; I have a set of those myself. :)
Good job so far, ZZ. I feel optimistic about this month.
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Thanks for commenting, everyone. Y’all rock!
Valerie, so nice to see a local comment! Thank you!
Juice, I was wearing my smart girl glasses when I wrote this. heh
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