Can’t figure out how to read this
Perhaps it is hieroglyphics

A bunch of designs, fill the page
There’s nothing more specific

Should I sit here, on my behind
Wondering how the cavemen did it

Or make my way into the city
For the local museum’s exhibit?

Yes, I shall go down to the place
Where the writing’s on the wall

Stop, and ask the curator there
What it’s all about, this scrawl

But instead of helping me out
He shows me to a room, quite small

It’s where, he says, they secretly hide
The writer, named Nean Derthal

April Writing Prompt:  Hieroglyphic hineys – Day 10/30

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My brain, like a frustrated light bulb

Is a filament, constantly in need of a current

To make it spark imagination, I flip a switch

Let it glow for hours, until at last, it burns out

Try to tap it, hoping for the light to return

For the spark to, once again, kindle my thoughts

Regeneration, as the cycle begins again

April Writing Prompt:  Filaments of frustration – Day 8/30

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