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Brian,
Congratulations! You won 1st Place in [Link To Item #shadows] with your fantastic poem, [Link to Book Entry #1037176]. Fabulous writing!
Rachel](https://images.Writing.Com/imgs/writing.com/writers/badges/group-Shadows_=38_Light_II-1936078_14.gif) How did it get so late so soon? woke under an avalanche pouring down time on a well worn head, foggy life: inevitable waiting mysterious brown washing out ~~~ on a glass sea set on its side inside it’s shapely bubble . . .slipping through I lay at the bottom remember you on our beach fire glowing ~~~ warmth of two souls now darkness fading you woke before me now, no vigor left for deeper diving the last granule could fall into this anticipant void ~~~ i’m not ready but everything is wonderful if you’re asking how did it get so late so soon? we could tilt this bubble back I’d show you what we missed ~~~ read to you from my notebook wake slowly my love. 9.1.22 How many lines was that? 29 What the hell do you call that god-forsaken poetry style? free verse I did make a Nicholas Sparks reference, if ever so slightly. For 9/2/21 Daily Poem (no show) Brian is a legally blind individual on the spectrum (highly functioning, I swear: pending complete self-diagnosis) with ADHD, for reals. It makes remembering hard between vision loss and 10,000 thoughts and other triggers in your impulsive head all at once. Don’t worry. I’m under good supervision and medication. Beautiful mind - commence shut down. Sorry, it takes awhile to shut this thing off. It could be all night, a week or month. By the way, I want to mention I’m using a tablet to write. This is the only portion where I used talk to text. By the way, if IQ were scored by an arcade game I’d have top score. Wrote to this (good background vibe for read): Personally, I feel I’m trapped in a bubble of time — lock into one memory and make it play out forever, nearing the end of the vinyl record. Our glass or snow globe, shaken. Forgot my glasses. Squint. Got ‘em now. Impulsive, forgetful. Squint. Went to make coffee before reading what was happening today on writing.com, before this poem created for contest. I look at the Keurig now on standby. Just imagine if I had had caffeine. |
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