i nearly lost my url

i nearly lost my url
itsmayahere.blogspot.com
iam writing different things
so far away from starry nights,
summer nights, grasshoppers
far removed from poetry
i write about enginnering software
every morning when i drive to work
at the corner before the second traffic light
i catch a brief glimpse of a patch of bromstick blooms
i dont know what they are called
but its the grass that they make brooms with
but they are so perfect when they stand in the sun
not meshed together in a corner of your room
their softness melting me a little
and i dream of writing poetry
that used to come so easily
without effeort from my fingertips
imagine the songs that flow
without sound , straight from my soul
anyway every even as we turn the corner
the bromstick flowers corner
my fingers dry,my song unsung
for months its been like that
could never weave a song for the broomstick flowers
but tonight the song flows out of my heart
and my hands are heavy with words
once more
and i can dance on the keyboard again
and what about the broomstick flowers's special song
you ask
and i will say sheeh for now
its enough to let the music flow