JUST THOUGHTS and SUCH.....June 1st

Today I’m doing a short blog. Mainly my blogs have been to put out my thoughts daily and showcase my current poem. 

A new month begins today.  I’m uncertain where the last two have gone.  Just getting out to do essentials; a walk in the neighborhood; taking out the garbage wow fun times.  The other day was NATIONAL CREATIVITY DAY, and it’s yesterday the day after, I get writers block.  It triggered the two whimsical pieces about that subject.  There are times I have it; not sure what to write.  Sometimes I just type random words and thoughts down on a doc then save for later.  It works; I’ve gone back and used these thoughts in pieces I’ve done later.  

As for my thought the days are meshed together.  Everyday is like a Monday for me or so it seems.  Are your days like this? Does it seem everyday is a Monday?

Until next time....today June 1st is NATIONAL SAY SOMETHING NICE DAY.  So if you can say something nice to someone to make their day. 

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June 1.....DAILY REFLECTIONS 

A new month begins today....can’t recall what I did the last two....seems they are a blur

All days now are meshed together....same     

    stuff, different day....today is Monday

No doubt Tuesday through Friday will be 

      the same....guess it’ll be an all week 

           Monday 

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                  LOCKED MIND

           ©  Scottie-ann Murphy

I need a key to open the lock

My mind is closed with writers block

Can not think of what I’m going to write

It’s a terrible feeling, gives me a fright

The curser it keeps a winking and blinking 

I need to type something, oh what was I 

         thinking

When I thought I would do a flash fiction 

          story

About a woman who has hit the age    

      of forty

She’s still single, she has no suitors in sight

Owning four cats well that is her plight

Her last man, he was just a tad bit shady

So she’ll just be alone the crazy cat lady 

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                 UNCREATIVE 

              ©  Scottie-ann Murphy

Hickory Dickory dock

I’ve got writers block

My mind is so blank

I must be quite frank

For me it’s terrible a shock 

I’ll try to type some words

Maybe from what I just heard

From the radio a sad song

About a love that’s gone wrong

My mind, it is just a big blur