Blotted Signals

It was a simple sentence
Jumbled words in simple order
It was a thoughtless phrase
Never twice considered
But what leaked from your pen
and bled down the page
An ominous ink blot
Maybe something?
Never nothing.
Where do whispers leave their marks?
Where echoes imprint yesterday's repetitions
Why confuse your readers so?
Unintentional prophecy that rewinds life
Autumn repeating over and again
What blot proceeded this thought
Summer is almost over
Is the sun saying goodbye again?
Will winter come to another heart...