Raking Leaves (Photo credit: Chiot’s Run)
my words flow
like droplets of rain
that fall
on high rocky mountaintops
and rush into waterfalls
that loudly cascade down
on their inevitable way
to a valley below
my words meander
like water aimlessly flowing
in a valley stream
through a meadow of flowers
until reaching the horizon
out of sight
and with no obvious purpose
as a dry wind blows
in the distance
my words are lost
like restless leaves
blowing on a windy day
until they are trapped
against the curb
or raked in a nearby yard
and left in bags
at the side of the street
to be picked up
with tomorrow’s trash
#1 by 35andupcynicismonhold on February 11, 2013 - 2:31 am
oh, your prose is as humble as you, sir RK… your words may meander and slither, here and thither, but they do manage to touch a heart or two somewhere – before winding up in the bin or landing on the yard’s corner…
really, one never knows the extent and grace and scope of created words… 
have a good week, sir.
#2 by Ronald Kirk House on February 11, 2013 - 2:42 am
thank you for saying so. I guess it is the nature of blogger’s to throw their words into the wind, so to speak, and we never really know where they will end up or who they will touch. You have a good week too, San!
#3 by 35andupcynicismonhold on February 11, 2013 - 8:50 pm
thanks!
#4 by mixedupmeme on February 11, 2013 - 4:07 am
There are those who rummage through other people’s trash for……..
I would be one of those picking through your word trash. What treasures I would find.
#5 by Ronald Kirk House on February 11, 2013 - 5:46 am
LOL, you bring a smile to my face.
#6 by slpmartin on February 11, 2013 - 8:54 am
Ah but as the saying goes…”One man’s trash is another man’s treasure,”
#7 by Ronald Kirk House on February 11, 2013 - 12:29 pm
LOL. That is a good saying. It is so true.