A gaze on a walk, an old bent lady
a toothless smile
feet rushed home like never before
Words tumbled to capture her appeal
my first poem took shape.
Shape got swamped in moss of
work, family and inertia.
Uprooting unattended weeds
ideas redecided to
set sail again on a sea of letters
forging new friendships
to coat thoughts.
Thoughts enjoy the me time
a weekly practice when
emptying scratched treasure
senses experience delight.
A time when existence of
staring table clock seems
worthless.
It's just me
and noises on the keyboard
relevant noises for some
whom I never met
a bond formed on this site.
Every single view and comment
a heartfelt acceptance
to keep making more noise.
