fiddle with objects
for no reason
change something
that doesn’t need change
channel-surf on television
scroll down Instagram
till eyes ache
ask a puppy to fetch the ball
hope his energy infuses me
-It’s sheer boredom
open a device
get in a state of flow
play with words
let something emerge
from my deepest core
effortlessly
I’m just a medium
I’m at my best
dVerse Poetics hosted by Lisa
Reena Saxena 
This is deeply poignant, Reena! I long for simpler times ❤️❤️
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Peace lies in simplicity. Thank you, Sanaa!
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You, not only, can play with words and give them beautiful expressions/emotions too, dear.
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Your encouragement is much appreciated.
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So sweet of you to say that, dear. You already are a master in writing.
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Playing has become so easy, but the easier it gets the less it means.
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Insightful remark! Thanks!
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Reena, your poem made me think of something Confucius (is reported to have) said way back when when people tried to say he was the author of The Analects. He said (paraphrasing,) “I didn’t write it. I’m a transmitter.” Sometimes I wonder if we are merely conduits that bring what’s “out there” “in here.” Thanks for the evocative writing.
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You are right. Days later, I can look at a piece and think I can’t do it again.
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Fiddling with words seems to be passion and play for many of us. Well done.
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Isn’t it surprising how concepts, stories and fantasy emerges from word play?
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Yes it is and so much fun when it all comes together!
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Love it 😄 This is how I have been feeling lately!
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All the best 👍😀
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