empty heads

random rhymes
pointless verses
nothing

any phrase
out of the blue
adds up

to the vast
expanse over
our heads

clouds gather
stream of verses
pour down

a storm from
small beginnings
flooding

drenched with words
fertile pen sows
lines sprout

poetry
in the bright sun
growing

in good time
bountiful odes
flourish

[ArwynRie  and cattservant ]