Words, Words, Words

 

Words, Words, Words

Get words on the page. That’s the goal. Just write something, anything. A poem maybe, or a song, it doesn’t have to rhyme. Eyes closed, hear thunder and soft rain. Sitting in the rain sounds nice. Do you ever do that? Not in a long time; now you have sense enough to come in out of the rain. Or maybe you stand in the rain when no one is around. Do you hear the distant rumble? It sounds like an ancient song, to which you never learned the words. You sing your own words and make up new ones. In this realm, mistakes do not exist. Imaginations run free in the endless possibilities. Blue, hue, few, new, true, eyes still closed. Loud, proud, cloud, shroud; just keep writing. Sad, mad, glad, fad, plaid; words words words. With no intentions, just put words on the page. Write, think, open mind to create. Stringing words together to make sense of something or nonsense. Keep writing, words come intermittently. Dream, scheme, team, steam, nonsense. Write, kite, fight, sight, light, contrite. Who cares anyway? Rain sounds gentle on the roof, the air conditioner is loud with no music playing. The mechanical hum permeating the rooms, muffling the nature sounds. Sitting still feels lazy, even though I’m working. Working, smirking, lurking, twerking in a lazy circle. Fingers moving slowly, keep going. Meditate, roller skate, intubate, conjugate. Art, smart, tart, heart, start. Words, words, words.