Sitting on the swing, and swinging, with Peggy
half asleep and full of bliss
and thinking about something I may have never
thought about before —except maybe in English class
back in the distant days of schooling.
In a daydreaming state, defying description,
except for some beautiful words:
lingering
meandering
singing
dreaming
swinging
remembering
enjoying
words with lovely meanings of warmth and comfort
and a glorious state of well-being.
Getting to an upright position, from such a lap of luxury,
after napping on a swing on the last day of Summer
is a fete of accomplishment in itself!
aching
smarting
limbs sleeping and creaking
glad to be alive!
©Sometimes, 2016
(Here’s a Wikipedia post that is a must for people who like Gerunds and the like.)
SOMETIMES 
Thoroughly enjoying your writing!
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thanks, Pam…a bit of inspiration there…daydreaming can be so pleasanat. 🙂
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What lovely writing.
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thanks so much! glad to see you back 🙂
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Clever!!
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thank you! I always think better when I’m swinging and half asleep… 🙂
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oops…that could have astonishing interpretations! haha
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I find that the more creative side of my brain kicks in when the other side is not over-busy.
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I agree, most of my good ideas come to me when I’m not consciously trying to think 🙂
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Thinking can get in the way!
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right! I can think myself right into a quagmire if I try too hard. 🙂 Sometimes I can see a solution…but when I try to think it through its a disaster.
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