I fall down and down,
and know I’m wasting my time,
with the weather news.
I am fall asleep,
into dreams like unreal work scenes,
that do not make sense.
The birds came today,
in a group they were starlings,
eating all my grass.
The light of the sun,
falls gentle like a feather,
on the spring blossoms.
The candle burns low,
the wick curled as in great pain,
keeping the flame lit.
The rain drops do fall,
heavy like great wet dough balls,
evading the clouds.
It is just nonsense,
words written like somehting else,
something with meaning.
I’m drawing the line,
blue like a thin, faint ribbon,
on the blank white page.
Riddle me a rhyme,
test the limits of the words,
next to each other.
