Idle

Only my thoughts are on the move, in
An unregulated, chaotic groove.
Time seems to be stopped, and my body rests,
I’m actively idle, just the mind races fast.

I would seem to be idle, and for a part it’s true,
And this peace is a balm, a blessed day through.
The soul picked up a rhythm and started to dance,
The gentle ticks of the keys, while idle in a poetic trance.

3 Comments

      1. Got it. Then suggest lose the “a” or the “in”

        While idle in poetic trance

        While idle -a poetic trance.

        Prob is there’s one too many syllables, losing the beauty of the phrase.

        Respectfully, Cath

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