If you have somehow found your way to this site I apologize. This was my very first attempt at a blog but I didn’t like it so I deleted it. Or rather I thought I did. Intrepid people still find their way here. So I thought I should leave something for them to read. There is nothing worse than anticipation left unfulfilled. So a little something . . . .
Whoosh is the sound
Of a life passing by
But wait just a minute
I beg to defy
Whoosh is the sound
That I hear in my head
As I flit between poems
And stuff that I’ve read
Short stories and quips
A thought just erupted
Came right to my brain
Perhaps I’ve corrupted
An idea for a story, oh wait
That’s a quip
Now whoosh it is gone
Not right for this trip
Oh look there’s a sale
On shoes for my feet
A poem about footwear?
I’m thinking I’m beat
Perhaps maybe not
As exhaustion seeps in
And I flutter about
That whoosh such a din
The words racing by
That I’m trying to hold
A few near my pen
My passion is bold
I’ll share my beloved
As they’re whooshing about
These words I hold dearly
Some semblance no doubt
Whoosh is the sound
Of a life moving on
Not backward but forward
Cuz my time’s not done
My blog now resides at http://www.butterflysand.com. I would like to welcome you. There are Daily Quips (I love a one liner), Poems, Paintings, Short Stories and a weekly Post about anything. You might enjoy it. Be well. Be happy. Be yourself.
