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My mind is froze
My fingers are cramped
My creativity is a winter wonderland
My muse is snowed over
My writing is a barren tundra
I need to light a fire
I need to turn up the heat
To thaw out my creative ability
So it’s time to warm up
And to stretch those fingers
Unfreeze the brain
And to create
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Comments (9)
I can defrost you in my microwave 🤣🤣🤣🤣 Loved your poem!
I'm set on defrost right now! Thank you for sharing the *frostrations* of creating when we are ice ❄️ cold.
This is so relatable. Well said.
💖 Beautiful as always 💖
Are you still frozen where you are. (We are, but I enjoy it.) A good cup of hot tea or hot chocolate held close to your mouth/nose does wonders.
Think of it as resting, winter hibernation.
Same here! Can’t let winter reduce me to a shivering mess. Great poem!
It is very cold in your state . I felt your cold . Good poem
The time is now! Yes!! ☺️👏 🥶