Free verse № 272
mental collides
I woke up on this day (like any other day)
with not a drizzle (of suspicion)
clouding my sky;
the mist was in (real, wet)
but I was not afeared... (not afeared yet).
I set about my (simple) tasks --
I won't describe ('less someone asks) ...
let's just say
nothing (all that)
complicated.
not yet.
The complexity of (simple things)
entwining (their simple designs):
my life (a collection of)
simple strings (come a ball of yarn)
being tossed around (by kittens).
With a momentary reprieve (balance granted)
I might (just might)
be able to grasp (the tiger's tail)
and begin the climb (one string at a time)
to its head.
not yet.
4 comments
I love your style...how format follows the thought trippingly along...I just love it! (and I can be quite a critical _itch!)LOL.
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