(Thank you for the prompt Kokila, a.k.a. sunshinebluegirl25)
words fail to arrive
i stare at an empty page
while the cursor mocks
blinking away the seconds
then i reach for a pencil
Poetry is my aeroplane
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Poetry is my aeroplane 
This happens to me every now and then. I can relate to this poem.
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We all get a little stuck every now and then 😊
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It’s a lovely Tanka, Andy! Liked the witticism in your title. 🙂
And, a pencil provides the luxury of arranging one’s thoughts endlessly and er.. one can scratch one’s back with it too! :p
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haha – Thank you for the inspiration and kind words Kokila 🙂
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And it was written in the best way by that pencil…👍
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yep – that’s been January for me – til now 🙂
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Bummer 😉 Hope things look up for you from now on – thanks for visiting 🙂
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Yep – sun is out and clouds have lifted – metaphorical and otherwise 🙂
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Excellent news 🙂
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*Ode to Old Tech*
Waiting with no blink
(or beep or flash), the pencil
is just ready.
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always there, and even sharpening a pencil is meditative I find 🙂
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I too feel it too, writing it down makes the words flow much easier☺☺ I always use a pen though
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I use whatever comes to hand, to be honest – as long as I can get it on the page I am happy 🙂
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That’s get, somehow I can’t get it done without a pen lol
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Haha – we all have our own little quirks I think 😊👍
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Yes absolutely😊😊
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Pencil has a charm of its own. Nice tanka and, I loved the picture with the tanka written there… 🙂
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