I’m the junkie twitching for his next fix I’m the drunkard looking for his next drink I’m the infant crying for his mother’s breast The need in me to give life to my thoughts is undeniable My fingers are drawn to the keyboard searching for that release I long to watch the letters flow across the screen as I chase the cursor The cursor is mocking me today My thoughts will not emerge upon the page Today the thirst remains (C) 2019 Penny Wilson *The original version of this was written several years ago. I liked it then, but decided it needed a fresh tweak. I hope you enjoyed. Penny
16 thoughts on “The Thirst Remains”
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Thank you, Chuck!!
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Wow! An Awesome post! I love poems about writing poems!! Especially, “I long to
watch the letters
flow
across the screen
as I chase the cursor”
and your last stanza! Bellissiimo, Penny, Bellissimo!!
xoxoxo
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Thank you so much, Chuck!! ❤
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Wow! Awesome poem, My Dear!!! I loved it so much (always love poems about writing poems)!!
Especially, “I long to
watch the letters
flow
across the screen
as I chase the cursor”
and
Your close!! Bellissimo, Dear Penny, Bellissimo!!!
xoxoxo
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You are so kind to me, Dear Chuck! Thank you, thank you!! ❤ ❤
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OMGosh, awesome, realistic poem!
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Thank you!!
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Reblogged this on Jessica Bakkers and commented:
Penny’s poem really hits a strong chord with me – writers, pop over and see if you relate!
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I LOVE this one Penny. Just brilliant!
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Thank you so much and thank you for the reblog!! ❤ ❤
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My pleasure, lovely one!
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This is a great poem, Penny. I can relate to it.
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Thanks, Robbie. 🙂
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Sometimes you just need to write!
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Yessss!! 🙂
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