my blackboard…
I own one plain nice blackboard
I write a few words every few minutes
I write a few tales after I live them with others
sometimes I write mornings
with black and white feathers
sometimes these get written
with hues of my imagination
some days I write water
and splash some around
some days are just plain papers
they refuse to get written
some days are soul’s music
I begin to write songs
I do keep writing on my blackboard
morning noon and evening
whatever be the time
this morning was so special
I painted one rainbow on my blackboard.
