I left the window open
And in came a thought
The thought turned into an idea
The idea into a poetry
The poetry changed my life
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You have a magic window ;). It opens for beauty.
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So, I guess it is about time to sleep with my window open. I have enjoyed all the versions you have written Frank. Great to read each twist. I am inspired.
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Thank you so much. I am glad to know that you enjoyed the series.
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This is what I have been waiting for. Glad you are back.
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Appreciate it.
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Nice poem!
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Thank you.
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Your welcome
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brilliant and concise.
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Thank you.
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When your hand gets caught in the cookie jar
of winsome ladies near and far
Remember the words of dear old dad
“Make us proud of you – my lad,
Try to be good and not to be bad
Dont play games with peoples hearts
They are fragile and may have been trodden on before
by boots – size twenty four
Reallize – its not them – it could be you
Perhaps, its time to review
the things you do
(to others)”
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Cool.
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I like it
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Thank you
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Changing by you own poetry. Doesn’t it has to be by the reader, or am I just playing stupid.
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Well, at least by one it worked.
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Window of your mind? Or a physical window ? Lol. Love that it’s open to interpretation.
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Thanks
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I love this
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Thank you
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Bravo!
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Thanks
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I have to reblog this! Well written. 😉
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Thank you.
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Wow! this is just a sixer,Frank! I loved these lines!
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Thank you.
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My pleasure!
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Love this poem 💜
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Thank you
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One should always leave that window open, such joy.
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True.
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There is a saying: When the muse is at the side of your bed you do not tell her you’ll make love tot her later.
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Great! I love this.
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Thank you
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Awesome, I love this. 🌹😊❤️
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet and commented:
Watch out for open windows! Please read “I Left The Window Open And In Came A Thought”
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open windows into the soul, Frank! poems capture yesterday; thoughts of now are fleeting, tomorrow is full of promise…
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Good one! 👌I like this!
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Thank you
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Thoughts are like that Frank!😉👍
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Changed for better I hope.
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Yes
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👍
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I wrote similar poem. Can I show you?
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Obviously. You can put it here in the comments so that everyone can see it.
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Selecting an idea I sit down.
My pen slides across
the smooth, unspoilt surface
of the page.
Ideas float to me as
I luxuriate and drift
in the silence of
unawakened thoughts.
Words shape and
reshape like clouds.
I let my pen wander until I
catch a poem of value.
My pen hooks on an idea
reducing suddenly to nothing.
Ideas of worthlessness and inadequacy
bubble up towards me and
I wonder why I bother.
Then I remember.
Poetry takes me to a place
where clothes lines
are ballrooms of dancers
whirling to an unknown tune.
Everydayness of life drifts away.
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Delightful!
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Excellent!!
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Thank you
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