I do not know what to write about now,
It comes and goes as my mind wishes it.
Blank as a sheet of white printer paper,
I stare of into space like a cow.
Wishing my mind could think of something now,
I count on my fingers the syllables,
Thinking of math and its variables.
My mind feels like a blank blue sky up high
Drifting like a bird along the blue sky.
Until I think of something colorful
To write or paint on the piece of paper,
Like a green leafed tree for my bird to sit.
This poem I'm writing down as I knit,
Has no meaning to it, but images.
I wrote this for my English class...Very random
Cuz I really didn't have anything to write about...I dont
even know if it correct sonnet form... so dont judge..