• Ejuen Armstrong

Writing in Blue

I'm at the stage where I'm doing everything;

And yet, doing nothing.

I can carry a basket; fill it with ideas;

And watch each one fall to the ground.

Split right open or roll right out of sight

Of my imagination.

Motivation is spinning ideas in the air (ear?)

That fall loosely away;

Pretty like a spider's web

But nowhere as strong.

I'm running, pacing, fleeing

Sitting still. Swimming

Waiting for summer snows

And winter heat

And autumn springs.

All those things

Waiting to taste the glossiness of

Unburdened thought;

And the purity of joy

In simply writing.

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