Discussion in 'Poet's Corner' started by FoundAndLost1, Aug 10, 2006.

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  1. Been outa the loop - for such reasons...


    Boxes and bags
    And oh, the clutter
    Helter skelter
    Torn asunder
    So this is who I am
    Taken apart
    Not yet put together again
    Where did I pack my heart
    It’s in and among the sundry
    that holds all my meaning
    and yet none
    But I’m writing,
    even in this chaos, this place
    this tiny space carved out
    So I must be home

  2. BelovedDreamer

    BelovedDreamer Well-Known Member

    I like it. Simple, yet not.
  3. theleastofthese

    theleastofthese SF Friend Staff Alumni

    I like it too!:smile:

    I"ve rented the same house for the last 17 years... mostly cause I like the place, but also cause I'd rather be beaten with a big stick than have to move all my stuff any further than five feet away.:rolleyes: :wink:

    Are you done moving yet? Just have to live out of boxes and suitcases and bags till you have the energy to unpack and put away...:dry:

    Plain to see your writing skills were packed neatly and were not lost, indeed, were the first thing unpacked!!


  4. Thanks Least - there is surely dread before and after.Brrrrrrr! I've been at my wits end so long I don't know why I'm still here. Honest to Christ... The only thing I've managed among a thousand details (my counsellor says I'm doing fabulous for someone with depression, but I'm a basketcase!) is to make up my waterbed - only problem is it's quarter to 5 in the morning and I can't SLEEP! ARGHHHHHH!!!

    Curse these demons
    Thoughts that circle
    and will not land
    but lead me headlong
    into chaos
    stealing all reason
    in the middle of the night
    endlessly in pursuit
    of my ravaged mind

    FoundAndLost1 (SOOOOOOOoooooooo LOST!)
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