as I sit to write
I wonder where
the words come from
do I get them from
my brain? or do I
pluck them from the air?
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as I sit to write
I wonder where
the words come from
do I get them from
my brain? or do I
pluck them from the air?
I wonder. Sometimes it seems to be one, other times the other.
Lovely! I love the word “pluck”. I think we have words, sometimes they escape and whether we put them back into our minds or not is our discretion.
This is an honest poem. I know that I, too, often wonder just where the words come from. Sometimes they are so elusive. I like the word “pluck” which suggests a deliberate selection of one or many words rather than just having them drift around at random. Nice.