Emotions don wheels,
tear about, burn rubber,
congest – psychic traffic jam.
Alone, there is no outlet,
no scapegoat for this tirade,
just a damned discomfort.
No worries – I will pace
from distraction to distraction,
until sanity makes a comeback.
(Thanks to all the prompters for providing the words to describe today’s state of mind: Ragtag Community (comeback), Fandango (traffic), Manic Mondays 3 Way (damned), and Daily Addictions (tirade).)
Fun to look back – thanks Laura!
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feel similarly today. ug!
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Ah. Take care.
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Prolific and still attention grabbing VJ …. don’t know how you do it! My exhausted mid week mind can barely comment, not to mention create.,, 👏🏻💜
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Don’t criticize yourself too much, Diana. Writing is my lifeline as my body keeps me from doing much else. Praying my mind stays in tact, lol.
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Great post
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Thanks!
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🙂🌹
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psychic traffic jam was a very good choice of words to describe a state of mind
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Thanks Gina.
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Wow, you did all prompts in this poem, it is a fabulous poem V.J.
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I did! Thanks Hélène.
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The poem and the photo = a perfect combination.
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Thank you so much.
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Another great poem, as always 🙂
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Thanks, Steve.
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