Posted in Poetry, Prose

A Fragment, an Idea

Closing my eyes
or, opening them thus
a fragment, an idea
thought about, written about
words coming together
dashed off, discarded
re-thought about, again

a fragment, an idea
no more than that
when they become
words woven upon
my virtual paper



Just an American lost in Denmark. The past few weeks being back in the good old USA. It is like Aliens have taken over my mind, changing it from what I knew to what I know. It might be the heat, or it might be the influence of hearing English 24 hours a day, but whatever the cause, it is only temporary while dealing with this time and space.

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