On the outside of the box, she was a complete scene,
a peaceful waterfall on a beautiful sunny day,
but on the inside, the puzzle peices had been lost,
broken, the corner pieces gone, making the picture incomplete..
Her mind was jumbled with mass confusion,
thoughts twisting and untwisting like broken pretzels,
crumbs in the bottom of the bag, waiting to be thrown away..
She absorbed every emotion, every memory
as her brain soaked up all the words in her thoughts,
as her thoughts soaked up all the words in her brain..
She stumbled, she just stumbled...
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h I feel that deeply, wow Cindy
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ReplyDelete__Such a grand metaphor for so many things... from comedy to tragedy; beautiful! _m
This is so good...I missed your birthday? I've had computer problems the last few days...HAPPY BIRTHDAY! Now, ready for your spanking?
ReplyDeletea wonderful play in the title...and i have felt that stumble myself at times...did someone say birthday!
ReplyDelete..as her brain soaked up all the words in her thoughts,
ReplyDeleteas her thoughts soaked up all the words in her brain..know this feeling as well when i'm overworked (what i am at the moment) - soyoucanbegladidontstumbleaboutmyownwords...smiles
This was so neatly done, Cindy, that it left me thinking a few different things...someone born with a disability that doesn't allow for normal thought processes or someone just frazzled by all the information overload that goes on. Just a fantastic poem!
ReplyDeleteDeep thoughts churned here
ReplyDeleteLoved this. You convey much with your few words.
ReplyDeleteI love the vivid images that this poem conjures.
Have a great day!
Betty x
hey there...good to see you...where you been?
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