like a jar of marbles
rattled energetically,
this jangle of words in my head
skittle back and forth,
and never settle
to a rhythm that makes sense.
© ceenoa
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like a jar of marbles
rattled energetically,
this jangle of words in my head
skittle back and forth,
and never settle
to a rhythm that makes sense.
© ceenoa
Must have been a bad day because most of your rhythms make sense. Or did someone win your favourite “taw”?
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This is not making sense to me – what is my favourite “taw”
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What? You mention marbles and don’t know what a TAW is! Google could have told you that it is “a choice or fancy marble used as a shooter.” It was always VERY bad to lose your favourite taw in a game.
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Ah, I see. Thanks for the clarity 🙂
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Ah, I know the feeling well…
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How often the words in my head sound brilliant, until I finally find a pen and then fwoosh! The words are gone. You got my sentiments perfectly!
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Yep, it’s very frustrating sometimes. Fwooshing should be outlawed.
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Hmm. This sounds disturbingly similar to the chaotic turbulence in my brain. My marbles have definitely been rattled a time or two… 😐😁
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Yeah, and the suckers take ages to stop!
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Been there. Done that. Lots!
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Unfortunate side-effect of thinking 🙂
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Just imagine my marbles fell out into a glittering, pithy comment. Enjoy!
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I am, oh how I am – it was a good one 🙂
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