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The grey word thief


A spark of inspiration

A gift of words from a dream I think

But by the time I find, my paper pen and ink

How faded now they appear

Words degrading

Lost once again to the grey fog,

descending in my head,

Thief, burglar, robber

My thoughts ideas, & memories

Stolen, taken by the grey

And hidden away, for now at least

Perhaps the grey will return them

To the darkness of my dreams again,

So now I sleep

beside my paper, pen and ink

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Nigel Smith
Nigel Smith
Jul 19, 2023

Good poem Darrell, I like everything about it.


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Alison Blevins
Alison Blevins
Jul 08, 2023

Oh so familiar, some lovely images created in this poem Darrell and a great title.

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John Dallison
John Dallison
Jul 06, 2023

😉 Wonderful description of that oh-too-familiar state!

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