Under
the dragon’s pull
of an imaginator’s trance
tapped the writer’s keyboard dance
that strives to unleash the bird-caged beauty
to brandish her blunted sword against the bored.
Where every direction is a questioned choice
for the search of an unrepeated pattern.
Wherein a pause lurks a library’s maze
where worlds within begin
a new pursuit of the mind’s twist.
It’s a discovery of hidden chapters
while avoiding the kill of hearted darlings.
It’s why a writer’s job is never done
why a writer’s mind tries to fly
to beat the adulting curse
against the days
of sameness.
Rural Romantic Ramblings 
Glad I could stumble upon your blog
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Beautifully sums up why we spend hours at a keyboard crafting different realities. “To beat the adulting curse against the days of sameness” – fantastic line to finish on. I suspect I have a Tuesday of sameness ahead of me so this was a nice way to start it.
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Isn’t it our excuse for producing something from the procrastination and keyboard surfing whilst maintaining the art of looking busy? 😛
Hope you kick that curse of sameness, Nik, and enjoy your mischievous day. Thanks as always for commenting.
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Maintaining the busy illusion – a modern day art form 😉
I’m only kicking in a metaphorical sense due to currently being one ankle short of a pair (playing in the park with the kids is more dangerous than I thought – nice sprain) but I’m kicking curses all the same 🙂
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