(Poetry) Doodledance

The pen wanders…
a little here,
a little square,
shapes everywhere.
Circles, circles,
little circles,
now they’ve made a face.
Lines, lines,
swerving lines,
moving side to side.
Ideas blend and crash
as the pen ponders
what to do next.
Aimlessly the doodles dance,
as creation collides
with happenstance.


30/30 Challenge II Day 14 PromptDoodle

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