Confetti Storm

There’s a confetti storm coming;

Thought I should move.

Grab my umbrella and

Take off my shoes.

Polka-dotted clouds

Gather in the sky.

Out falls a swing

10 stories high.

 

 


Notes:  What can I say?  My mind comes up with stuff like this, and I find it written down in my journal (months ago).  Meanwhile, I’d totally forgotten about it until I saw it there a few nights ago and laughed.  It seems unfinished, so maybe more will come through sometime.  But for now, I leave you with the idea of a “confetti storm”–my kind of weather.

Strange Bird-Song…

Some people live with spice and sparkle,

Others more like mouthwash gargle.

In which group do you wish to belong?

Drifting down the drain or high on song?

Live life to its fullest, strive to create.

There’s a gift in you you must open to play.

Get to know yourself—your loves and joys.

These are things you can use

To

Make

Noise.

Shout out to the world—give us your words.

Without your voice …

There’s one less bird.