First, a poem

Slightly nonsensical, more of a free flow set to rhyme, but then again that’s the point isn’t it?

Tumbling words that shine like glitter,

Rumbling drums pound, patter, pitter

Stumbling feet that never quit. her

Taste so good but oh so bitter

Haste comes on as thoughts go twitter,

Seeing them both dart and flitter

Like birds above the trees

Who scheme to fly so free

In blessed life, just be



One thought on “First, a poem

  1. Kurt says:

    Yes, that’s the point. Well done! And welcome to the blogoshere. Keep on writing!

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