Idle Chit Chat from a Walkabout Mind

 

I'm sitting in Hillbillys

My Thalia, Muse of Mirth

Watching over shoulder as

I write these gems of worth

 

(Or rubbish....)

 

There's one thing I enjoy 'bout this

Keyboarding all my thoughts

'Lectronically to my hard drive

From where they're held tight, caught....

 

Till when I choose, release them

From hard drive to your screen

Viewed by those who wish to

Wish my stuff be seen

 

And yes, I call it 'stuff' on purpose

You decide it's worth

Is it poetry or not?

Rubbish? Genius birth?

 

I know I'm 'crazy', different

My mind goes walkabout

Thankyou Rose explaining why

Why it takes this route

 

I don't know what to comment

I don't know what to say

It's all just stuff and nonsense Don

Don't stop, keep blogging 'way

 

I really don't care what you think

I'll think, keyboard and post

Cos doing this, I like it, fun

(For breakfast I had toast...)

 

(What's toast got to do with it?...)

 

(Nothing.....just rhymes)

 

(He's hopeless....)

 

Don Matthews October 2019