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Author’s Note:
This poem was used as inspiration for today’s Poetry Prompt. I wrote it late last night, or early this morning depending on how you look at it. The words swirling around my head distracting me as I tried to sleep, I threw them onto the page in hopes that there they would stay, at least long enough to rest.
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Picture Used Taken: Skye, Scotland (April, 2010) ©DSCoremans
I have read some of your writing before so will male a note of your blog. address
My thanks for your interest Katherine. I’ve been on a bit of a break lately, so it’s nice to hear my work is being enjoyed now that I’m sharing it again. 😊
As you said, I always love talking with other poets and I likewise enjoy the work you share.
I did wonder where you were so I am very pleased you are writing now.I just told y best friend.We learn aand live via our connections
Katherine