Nonsense
When I listen to the wind
I hear sounds from my home
sounds so soft and tender
like big bubbles upon new foam.
The gratitude I hear right now
helps feed my hungry mind
there is no simple frill or vibe
no, nothing of that kind.
And so I lay upon my bed
of silver sheets and spread
while all the sounds around me
flow softly through my head.
And when I find my road is done
I will not mince a word
I finally put my finger on it
My family says I’m absurd.
©2020 CBialczak Poetry
Stine Writing 
Clever!
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David looked at me with an odd look and said “but it doesn’t make any sense”. I said, I know but those are the words I was given. He just rolled his eyes! Lol.
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I like the feeling I got from the “silver sheets and spread”. That whole stanza was wonderful.
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Well, thank you very much!
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