Poetry

Never a poem
just a thought
something for me
became something for someone else
and then someone else
became something to do
pass the time
to make me feel better
sometimes a rant
angry, a verbal tirade
a rambling
with no beginning or end
a small haiku
quirky and fun
an ode
a piece of prose,
heartfelt, full of pieces of me within its body
and sometimes, something not much of anything at all
but who knows what
for you