Light as a feather, this thought floating down states
why make my rhyme? I’m not a couplet you clown!
Distinguishing texture stands out from the crowd
of soggy old leaves, stones and twigs on the floor
– outstretched aloud rhyming, my quill, quite irate
plainly refusing to catch up in a breeze, no other
escape heaves heavy sighs, refuses and seethes
‘I’m light as a feather and will write no more!’
I don’t have time now to sort that better – usually they fall out neat and ready -mostly in rhyme, but today’s feather is awkward and requires some crafting to capture its’ thought…
Past-Prompt #0025 can be found here, (day 3 of 2013), with the prompt words (now to them picking themselves, three from five), dogwood, locked, feather, outstretched, distinguishing, at threewordsaday challenge site.