I have discovered that many bloggers like to communicate with poetry. Now, I need to admit, here and now, that I’m definitely “poetry challenged” and most poems just zoom right over my head without even experiencing a down draft. Oh, hey, it’s not for lack of trying, but if you’re left handed, there isn’t much you can do with that clumsy right hand. So I’m a left brain poetry reader and I don’t think the left brain was ever designed for that. Be that as it may, I thought I’d throw something in the pot, seeing as it’s a long weekend here and all…
Trigger Warning: not issue oriented, and contains no conspiracies.
My Thoughts and I, a poem
In a wild field I see flowers and a butterfly
And in my mind, many thoughts flutter by.
Some of those thoughts make me cry,
And of those I don’t need to ask why.
Then there are those that make me high
Not of a drug high but of a sky high.
There were some I could shape into a lie
And finally, the very last one, made me sigh.
In the grass we slept in peace, my thoughts and I.
(Whew… thank whomever, whatever, that’s done!)