compounded, confounded
windblown words
swirling, curling
upward as if some
kite, a plaything
fishtailing on an
updraft without
a fishnet
leaving me speechless
clueless – wrung out
limp like a soggy
dishrag without
a voice
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We’re playing with compound words in the Graden today
rhymeswithbug 
Pretty good for speechless 🙂
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Very cool!
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Splendid write..!
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This is great. I always enjoy a poem which is about the writing process and especially one that ties that to the human need for self-expression.
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Ha, yes there are certainly a com-plexity leaving us bamboozled on occasion
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I like windblown words. Love how this feels like one long breathless sentence.
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Looooove this! Like a kitetail of phrase, flowing.
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You weave so coherently!
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Why, thank you!
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Yup…this states that feeling well…I’ve been there. 🙂
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Oh this poem is good…
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