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Devoid of thought,
my brain is drained,
Nothing left–
a word shortage–
poetry blockage,
thought stoppage,
a blog floppage.
Nothing
Meandering Maya
A Teacher's Labyrinthian Reflections
Slice on Tuesdays at http://twowritingteachers.wordpress.com/
Devoid of thought,
my brain is drained,
Nothing left–
a word shortage–
poetry blockage,
thought stoppage,
a blog floppage.
Meandering Maya 
Oops you left the wrong link BUT I tracked you down by signing in to your blog! I am glad I did because this is exactly how I am feeling. I like your word play…blockage, stoppage, floppage…which is quite lovely really.
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most of my poems feel that way…and today my whole day feels like that…sometimes our weather just feels like grief here in the midwest xo
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Like “Nothing” because I am learning to go ahead and write when I feel so tired, brain dead or numbed…and it sounds trite, but reading your poem, I know how you feel. Of the 6 word memoirs, the chilling one is “forced collaboration…” ~ Thanks!
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