I sit in a dither...
I sit in a dither
with thoughts in a rush -
all fractured and futile
and silly - and such...
The feelings are bubbling
and steaming and hot -
without any reason -
and empty of plot...
I wonder why often
I'm falling to naught -
yet pulled with a passion
and twisted and taut...
I try hard to fathom
the pathway and plan -
but lose all the answers
and find all the sham...
Is it the evening -
the weather - the wine -
or am I just crazy
and losing my mind...
Joy Weare,
16th January, 2011.
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