random, random, random

I took a walk today. I sat on the grass and relaxed. I found myself sad and annoyed at people for not taking care of their planet by dumping their trash wherever they felt like it. I listened to the birds calling to one another, the squirrels chittering. A butterfly landed on my foot. I'm not kidding. Somehow, this display of complete beauty spawned no new micropoems, but I'm not discouraged. Ideas float in and out, but I will get them out of me. I joined this site and started posting my little words there. I'm not looking for approval, just to share, to find a sense of community. I am an odd girl. People assume things about me, but they'd be wrong most of the time. Anyway, that's it for now. 

it's there for all the world to see

There are times when I have what seems like a novel bottled up inside of me and other times when I can go for days without speaking. I think it's why I've become so enamored with micropoetry. I can make little pieces of art that say a lot with little, or so I hope. The door here at this blog is always going to be ajar. I'll sneak in from time to time and say a few things. Maybe someone out there will see it and understand.