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surface of a gem’</p><p id="4c0d">Thank you, <a href="undefined">Trisha Traughber</a>, for prompting me to write a poem on how I feel in my season of creativity: Late Autumn</p><div id="3d82" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/vseasons-of-your-creativity-624b6f35c0f3"> <div> <div> <h2>Seasons of Your Creativity</h2> <div><h3>A Vagabond Voices writing (and living) prompt…</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/1*Y9C4fiu2jPaK2468Vk7HyQ.jpeg)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div><p id="c9d1">And this, if you’d like to know, is the poem I got stuck in:</p><div id="aafb" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/reminiscing-on-my-childhood-2b5d94a4c690"> <div> <div> <h2>Reminiscing On My

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Childhood</h2> <div><h3>A Poem On Longing And Belonging</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/1*GPTeh8waGReGVtOyQVp9GA.png)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div><p id="906a">The late Autumn of my life:</p><div id="2c67" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/a-poem-written-in-a-moment-of-pain-366f98f6e440"> <div> <div> <h2>A Poem Written In A Moment Of Pain</h2> <div><h3>For those of you who might sometimes feel like me</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/1*WsfoYNPdq9d6zRRoglliIA.jpeg)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div></article></body>

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Elusive Words

Autumnal Frustration

I can feel it Hear it, even smell it But cannot capture it I zero down like an eagle But to no avail, I’m left without A micro mouse to pounce on — I desire it, I know it is the perfect fit The missing puzzle piece in my poem I try with synonyms, I think in German Verdammt this elusive word I know Will rob me of my sleep — I’m left in mayhem —

Eureka! I have it: ‘Facet’ is the precious word I seek And how did I discover it? Simply by googling ‘Parts of the uneven surface of a gem’

Thank you, Trisha Traughber, for prompting me to write a poem on how I feel in my season of creativity: Late Autumn

And this, if you’d like to know, is the poem I got stuck in:

The late Autumn of my life:

Poetry
Creativity
Creative Process
Aging
Vagabond Voices
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