waiting for a meeting to start and had my notebook handy.
A collision
of collusion
a dark and deep intrusion
of past and present
corridor of jumbled
up confusion
of melancholy gathering
of memorable clamoring
attention oft divided
wandering unguided,
swimming in a starry pool
I flounder with no shore in sight
Mistaking wisdom for a fool
I close my eyes, turn from the light
but find I’m not alone the sea
is filled with all
the fools like me
Ah..but you are no fool..I wonder what meting you were waiting for..I have a grudge against assemblies..meetings..those who lack authority wielding power..they’re the fools..Jae 😉
This is a beaut! Before a meeting I’m so uptight and focused on the agenda I can’t see straight let alone pull down something from the ether! You go, Dee : )
Thanks jae and miss A! I am nursing a screwed up knee and taking random stabs at nanowrimo so poetry may be a bit slimmer than ever unless I show up here in a pain pill fueled stupor and throw something down.