Thursday, October 21, 2010

Fifty 55

Fifty five…no

I read so much
No time to write
I wish I may
I wish I might

My heart is full
Of not my own
I threw a seed
That was not sown

So now I think
A thought afar
It slipped my grip
A shooting star

I’m glogged with blogs
With words so fine
But whose are they
They are not mine



  1. Twinkle, twinkle little blog,
    through my workday I have slogged.
    And as my day winds into night,
    there's your message burning bright.
    Twinkle, twinkle little blog,
    I love your clever dialogue.


  2. lol! I can so relate to this. We only have to much time to create and there is such a bounty of wonderful stuff to peruse on the blogs. Sometimes, though, you've got to close down the computer and just try to grab those shooting stars - maybe with pens instead of keyboards :)

    Really neat 55, Jerry!

  3. haha. i hear you there...some days the muse is fickle...and have to find teh balance between reading and writing...

  4. i can relate - sometimes - after reading and reading lots of other people's posts and poems i feel like i myself have no words of my own left..but when i go for a walk...they start to flow..and that's when i realize how blessed i am by getting inspired by other writers

  5. I know just how you feel. One Shot is like a sumptuous blogging buffet, and I always eat too much, putting the muse into a coma for a while.

  6. Some people work well under pressure.

    A creative way to work-out your 55, Jerry1

  7. That's a fine whine, Jerry. Nice 55!

  8. So true. Some days I need a bit of Bloggy Mira Lax to get the words flowing as you have done at the end of your 55. Nice.

    My 55 is HERE .

  9. Some days the inspiration is greater than others.
    Thank You so much for the story.
    Excellent 55 Jerry.
    Thanks for playing, thanks for the visit, and have a Kick Ass Week-End...G


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