My mind a canvas sail,
Blowing in the wind of a tale,
For water coming in one must bail,
If not the mind will eventually fail…
My thoughts made of rice paper,
They blow away like so much vapor,
From brain to lips they do taper,
Not sure what is meant in this writing caper…
Falling free from within to without,
No writers block, no written drought,
Thinking I can but only just about,
My mind the consistency of sauerkraut…
© ed ~ 4/25/06
Thanks for the cruise around your neural universe. The sights were a wonder and the lunch was tasty! ;)
Love Tinka
fun write, Birgit and Roger
Nikki
Susan
Beautiful pic, and description of sameness. Time for added spice to kick things up a notch. :)
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.