This week’s Throwback Friday poem has been hidden away for five years and is not in any of my published books. I originally wrote the piece in August 2019 and “as is my way” I have revised the poem for today’s article.
Knots On Blue Paper Lines
Eyelids are heavy and tired
Overcome by the dazzle of razzle
My palms are open but empty
Anxiously yearning to turn another page
This mind of mine feels worn and torn
Time is constantly tick-tocking away
Chiming between today and tomorrow
While the poet’s pen is scrawling
Knots on blue paper lines
Hanging them out, to dry and die
My arms are quietly fluttering
Searching for yesterdayβs wings
As I meander through my journey
Pondering how much reality stings
“I think the lyrics of the βAirbourne Toxic Eventβsβ, song below, are profoundly outstanding and well worth reading as you listen to the tune.”


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A beautiful poem. Dreamy
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Thank you very much for your lovely words Sadje πππ
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Youβre most welcome
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Thank you for sharing this hidden gem with us! It is a marvelous, powerful pairing with THAT song! Such a relatable message in your poem that evokes emotions within the heart.
(((HUGS))) for you and Sir Frankie!! β€οΈβ€οΈ
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Thank you for your wonderful words Carolynβ¦ the poem is from after my strokes and my trip to America/Philadelphia, and I had a relapse/blackout β¦ and wondered if I was able to cope with things β¦ ππππΆ
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This was a beautiful poem, I could almost feel the pain. So glad you shared this with us β₯
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Thank you for your kind words Sonali πππ
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You’re most welcome Ivor β₯
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Beautiful as usual Ivor. Thanks.
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Thank you for your kind words Vipin ππ
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A masterpiece of the word dance; swept away by the magical rhythm. β‘πΆβ‘
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Thank you for your very beautiful comments Nancy β¦ sometimes introspectively I ponder about my inabilities, or are they my disabilities β€οΈβπ©Ή
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We all have them, dear Ivor. β‘
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I am pleased you have lifted yourself
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Thank you Derrick β¦ persistence I think
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That is a lovely poem, Ivor. It never really goes away, does it? π
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Thank you Sue β¦ we learn to cope and manage ourselves better β€οΈβπ©Ήπ
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