The Dinosaur – Image by KL Caley
The Old Dinosaur of a desk calls to me when my memories go rogue The memories escape the cage in my mind where I've kept them captive Some are bittersweet Others, simply bitter I give voice to them letting them fly from my mind to the pen in my hand The memories find their way to the page loose from their enclosure They glare back at me defiant in the freedom of their exposure I'm helpless and can only witness the past laid bare for all to see Copyright (C) 2023 Penny Wilson This is for Kaley's #Writephoto Thursday Prompt This was inspired by my Friend, Chuck over at The Reluctant Poet and his poem,"Memories Gone Rogue"
They sure take on a life of their own at times, don’t they? Well said, Penny! 💞 💞 💞
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Thank you, Dawn! ❤
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Really an Awesome poem, Penny!! Loved it! So happy you had seeds of inspiration that inspired you to write this!! Your Muse should be up for a raise! LOL!!
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Thank you so much, Chuck! ❤
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Happy you enjoyed the seeds of inspiration! 😊💖💕🌹
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Very relatable, Penny.
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Thank you, Robbie. 🙂
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Writing can prove therapeutic and freeing. Write away!
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Thanks, Audrey. 🙂
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