
Like a river on its meanderings,
Not long was the time,
When, there was no end to a steady flow of ramblings,
Pen had to just touch the paper and it’d chime,
Now, all that’s left is me staring at the wall with aimless wonderings,
Perhaps it’s just a writer’s block and I’ll be back with my usual rhyme?
For now, I seek solace in my somnambulistic* wanderings,
Let this cracked phase heal, emerging as hero big time.
78 words.
Somnambulist* :- sleep walker ( courtesy :- google)
Acknowledgements :- In response to Crispina Kemp’s CCC # 70 writing challenge and Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt. Thank you for running the challenge. Thank you all for stopping by and reading.
I don’t see any writer’s block!! All is good and in rhyme!! ππ
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Haha! Thank you for your compliment, Ma’am. I have been wondering about the word somnambulist ( I happen to hear it for the first time) 3 days in a row and hence came up with this poem. π
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Your writings are as good as usual, Aishwarya π
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Thank you very much, Ma’am. π Means a lot.
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That’s an excellent marrying of the two prompts. Impressive π
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Thank you very much, Crispina. π
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Wow Kitty a perfect poem for a somnambulist. Awesome and the picture too was perfect.
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Thank you very much, Kamal. π
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Welcome Kitty
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That’s a gorgeous word ‘somnambulistic’ π. Hope you don’t stay gone for too long, otherwise stay safe
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Thank you very much, Jude. Stay safe. π
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You too Kittyπ·
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