For Later
Maybe close to midnight after playing
Cards Against Humanity isn’t the best
time to write a poem.
My mind moving in all directions
forbidden pots opened up and stirred
swirling with laughter and impossible images,
a table full of jokes and remarks
some of which later, I’ll wish I’d written down
one more night of Hindman happiness
knowing the best poems will come
when I leave with my head and heart
filled up with this place.
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Understood.
This made me smile ear to ear.
Love that game.
Love knowing I’m not the only one who wishes I’d written down funny moments/statements.
And the best of all… allowing yourself to remain filled up with the energy and joy of those authentic moments