I am but a poet
What Happens When Your Mind is Swamped and a Phrase Hits you Sideways?
A poem of course: out of time with one exclamation point
out of sync and sink
out of place is all
out of mind a poem dost fall
out of sight is out of use I fear
out of sync and sink
out of place is all
out of mind a poem dost fall
out of sight is out of use I fear
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The Lark shares fictional short stories and poetry
Has had an eclectic life — Waitress, Actress, Zoo Curator, Story Teller, Poet, Exhibit Designer, Writer, Farmer and Educator.