COULDN'T SEE, COULD FEEL

I knew you dropped all sorts of things.

Names of those who you knew,

The ball when it was in your court

("Did you even hear what I said?")

I knew you dropped some of our friends.

For some new ones you liked better,

A hint or two from time to time

("You never take me anywhere?")

I knew you dropped off the kids.

At your mom's or my mom's to run errands,

Your sight, your eyes from me

("Pay attention to me!" {your silence bellowed})

But with all that dropping,

All I could feel

Was when you dropped my heart.

Some blog readers ask me where I get my pictures. Others ask me about my topics.

My ideas, where do they come from; where do they go. Well, pictures come from a variety of sources from Google images to EBay, with an occasional scan. Ideas, well, that's hard to say. From recesses, from coves, from little streams of my mind. Where do they go? Who knows? Today's entry was based on a picture I saw and liked. I thought a poem in store. It's about no one I ever knew, yet it's about a generic bunch of people I've observed. It's just a voice and nothing else.

Other days, I sit and want to write about a topic and have no picture. I've spent as much as an hour or more on-line trying to find just the right picture. Sometimes with no success, thus, no entry. See what you might have missed out on? Had I only found the picture.