Words inviting, the eyes accepted
the spirit willing, the heart exalted
the mind laboring, the brain revolted
against the lust of learning to be learned;
Woe was to her as her will yet essayed
Amid the vertigo of cogitation whirled
Like a never-ending merry-go-around
Swiveling her head in pandemonium.
A Cat in the Mirror 
I love the combination of your exquisite words and the evocative painting, Stephanie! 👏
Sometimes, being carried away by the vertigo of words is pleasant, even though it turns one’s life into chaos!
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Thanks Veronica 😃 it’s a poem as a result of a writer’s block; when I try to translate my mentales, that is the language of the mind’s eyes, into actual words, words refuse to manifest as though to defy coming out from within, which is frustrating. Hence the thematics of the poem, which your mind reads and understands. 😇 many beautiful thanks for your kind words 🥰
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The pain of a writer’s block is very familiar to me – more than I’d like to admit!😅
It is a sign of true talent that even this depressing state has inspired you to write such a great poem!👏
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Thanks Veronica 😃 it’s a poem as a result of a writer’s block; when I try to translate my mentales, that is the language of the mind’s eyes, into actual words, words refuse to manifest as though to defy coming out from within, which is frustrating. Hence the thematics of the poem, which your mind reads and understands. 😇 many beautiful thanks for your kind words 🥰
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I was and still am shy of admitting the fact that when I encounter a hill or mountain to climb up a mastery of words, my spirit sinks. But then it is uplifted knowing that you as a fellow word faerie appears and encourages me. Thank you Veronica 🥰
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