Poems doodling I.

Some people are doodling pictures. I am doodling poems.
These ones are from my work meetings.

4/2/19

One cold little spark that froze
in the morning thanks to night
beauty in the whitest snow
And the footprints don’t seem right

Waking up yet remains still
Like snow-white silence in my heart
day like circle seems to be
staying here but doesn’t start

4/3/19

What to do and where to go
empty heart and scattered soul
gray wings of butterfly ghost
and no good news about to post
feeling weak and feeling sore
feeling like I’m missing core
want to run but have no strength
making few steps to no length
try to move but staying still
blowing weakly on wind mill
falling down but get no sleep
just wait in silence for the reap
passed out on top of the hill
guess it’s end of all the thrill…