tick- tock
Drip- Drop

The clock on our beloved Ficlets slowly winds down;
The void within me is gaining ground.
Where will I go when my muse feels generous,
Or even to write something simply frivolous?

No more Ficlets to have and to hold,
When feeling depressed or angry or bold.
Where the Vampires roamed and the Sirens wailed;
Where rockets were docked and ships set sail.

My keyboard might gather a light coat of dust,
And circuitry, oh my, how it may rust!
The mouse, however, will be over abused;
For without Ficlets, mind numbing clicking will do!

tick- tock
Drip- Drop

I have to say that it has been wonderful getting to know each and everyone of you through your writing and I hate to see Ficlets go. It really has been a joy. I will add that now you all see why I never wrote poetry in my last year and a half here. ;) This has got to be the crappiest goodbye ever forced on a group of people. I should be thankful for the heads- up.. But I’m not.

I wish you all well in your adventures! :)

Jen