Inarticulate frustrated stimied

The words won't make.

I am sitting at my ‘desk’, just reading a poem. An isolated moment in time. Calm. No pressure.   I had forgotten this feeling. I know there was a time when many days began this way.  I like the poem. But the poem is not the point.  I can’t remember the last time I  Da…

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Usually, I feel as if there is something else, something important, some unknown thing, on some invisible list, waiting.    Some reason to hurry and finish whatever it is I am doing because there is something else I need to do. 

Crap. It’s like dragging chains. The thoughts are in my head, sort of in my head, not exactly thoughts, not exactly words, 

I can almost see the feeling. How to convey it in words. I know it can be done.

Something in this poem…

Romantic Poet

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By Diane Seuss

You would not have loved him,

my friend the scholar

decried. He brushed his teeth,

if at all, with salt. He lied,

and rarely washed

his hair. Wiped his ass

with leaves or with his hand.

The top of  his head would have barely

reached your tits. His pits

reeked, as did his deathbed.

But the nightingale, I said.

...must have triggered it.

Did it? NO idea. Why? 

It’s like trying to… it must be why… cameras were invented.

I can’t make a picture of the feeling… one drink and a shoulder massage maybe, maybe pot, idk

This is the point where I give up. Erase everything. Click on something……………...………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….Sigh.

I jsut wanta say how good this feels and how rare it is and maybe I can.. maybe I can… I’d like it back, the feeling, 

But the part where I can’t make the words work, everything sounds mushy or hokey,  embarrassing. 

More coffee.

PS:I followed the directions but I can't strike through words in the title.

...and, Robena, from 2 doors down, just rang my bell to give me two yeast donuts from Long's. A prime example of why I like it here.

Okay, I just discovered that the HTML edit works when I go to Preview.