Gray just gray

Some love the sun

Or the rumble of thunder

A summer's eve smells sweet

Mesmerising mist

I give it a miss

No time for snow thank you

Breezes and freezes

Can sod off

And fog you

Wind me up

But a calm gray sky

Oh my

Clean scrap

Glue and card scattered across the desk

Inky mess

My want to create

Conflicts with my need to keep areas straight

Uncluttered

Neat and tidy, minimalist, waste-conscious

I pack away

Scraps that slap the corners

Of my peripheral vision

Hovering over the bin

I consider

A paperless existence

I have no words

I have no words

I try to explain

The book never touched my hands

How do I lose something I never had?

And how can I learn words

If they are never written down

In the book I never had?

The book you said I lost

The words I cannot find

I stand up silently

Blank as the page

While aimlessly searching

For words and for a book

That do not exist

How do I say

YounevergavemeabookyougaveonetoLisawholooksalittlebitlikemesowhenIaskedyoutohelpmespellyourefusedbecauseyouthoughtIhadcarelesslylostthebookandwhenItoldyoucalledmealiar?

Tanka

Fast train approaching
A split second of terror
Recoiling at thoughts
Passing through my memory
Nights I nearly stepped forward