Eyes closed

I think I've exhausted my brain cells.

So read this and decide. Can't tell more.

whether weather

pauses in the weather today
little belches; minor groans
those minute hic-

hic-

hiccoughs,

the rain dripped
winds sighs and laments
that all could be well;

little girl in yellow dress
standing solitude in the rain
drip-drops of blue on her face
while everything

slowly

gently

col

lap

ses

around her.

All bad poetry springs from genuine feeling. ~ my favourite writer to quote: Oscar Wilde

Oh he knew what he was talking about. I still don't get what's up with daffodils.