My Mind Speaks!

My mind says to me, I should write

Then as I start, all words begin to hide

All I could see was the writing pad

With the pencil in my hand like a rod

I went out and sat me on the porch

Gave up sitting inside on the couch

While my mind yet speaks to me

Still saying I should write

Finding words wasn’t lithe

The wind blows and the rain falls

Water runs down drain pipes off walls

Seeing the rain, for the garden’s sake, I was glad

The long shortage of rain, it was just too bad

The falling rain and the heavy whirling wind

They flushed out the hiding words

My brain then starting to recall

I couldn’t fight my mind, not at all

Words fly back to me swiftly like a kite

As my mind speaks again, I should write

Hence what you see here, is what I write

Nothing much only something quite light

With words you don’t have to fight

That my mind speaks, and that I write

My mind speaks to me!