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In The Thicket of Blah
The banality of every little thing
is starting to get to me
its always the same, same, same,
but then I remember I hate change,
and its back to ruminating about
all the same, same, same.
is starting to get to me
its always the same, same, same,
but then I remember I hate change,
and its back to ruminating about
all the same, same, same.
Published 21st Feb 2020
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21st Feb 2020 1:15pm
21st Feb 2020 1:18pm
21st Feb 2020 1:32pm
This one says it all ... so perfectly ... know what you mean about the bcb (before coffee blues) ...
21st Feb 2020 2:14pm
Thank you, im up at my coffee spot now. I love this place everyone is laughing. ❤
21st Feb 2020 5:36pm
Coffee spots are the best! I love the circularity of this, nikki. It's strange how we hate change and yet crave it at the same time.
22nd Feb 2020 3:41pm
21st Feb 2020 8:26pm
Wishing difference and having difference. Two directly opposed psychological states. Well written nik.
hugs,
buddhakitty.
hugs,
buddhakitty.
22nd Feb 2020 3:41pm
22nd Feb 2020 6:23am
love the cyclicality of all the thickety stranded chaos..that is actually in interconnectivity ..whatever way we make of it...the pic macro & its neural network mimic in those greys to browns to the budding bloody crimsons ..is superb capture nik..write on:)
22nd Feb 2020 3:42pm
22nd Feb 2020 5:22pm
I like the way that on the surface, this poem reads as if it's about nothing but looking deeper into the undergrowth, there is definitely a feeling of despair here.
22nd Feb 2020 9:47pm
26th Feb 2020 00:39am
The comfortable sound, and the bog and gray of Groundhog Day. There's security in that, just being a part of the waves
