Tonight's Poet Corner: Dampened

Dampened
by Belinda Roddie

I tried to catch a shower thought
and pull it from the spray, just so -
but it favored the mist and fought
to stay in its portfolio.
The warmth had settled in its bones,
and already, I had forgot
what it had been about - its throne
was undisturbed, the lesson taught.
I left the shower thought behind,
as it preferred to be alone,
and I wrote this old rot of mine
instead, my fingers cold as stone.
The keyboard, still, is nice to see,
and the screen casts a friendly smile,
as if both try to comfort me
as if I were a sulking child.