Haiku / poetry Discarded Thoughts April 24, 2024 Anthony5 Comments When the words don’t come. The output becomes drivel. And the discards grow. -aaa Share this: Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Like Loading... Related
I bin them. I’m making an effort to post every day. I try not to edit it to death. Poetry works. Word restriction is a blessing as is Rhyme. LikeLiked by 1 person Reply
True I often rework my discards into new art when I revisit them later on. LikeLiked by 2 people Reply
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I can sure relate to this!
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Thank you 😊
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I bin them. I’m making an effort to post every day. I try not to edit it to death. Poetry works. Word restriction is a blessing as is Rhyme.
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But the discards become art and a picture paints a thousand words.
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True I often rework my discards into new art when I revisit them later on.
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