Everyday Is a Cliffhanger

Each book in my library must be read, each one, each and every one, vagrant, homeless papers must find a forever home, I must edit, amend, revise, reword and condense a poem- Rattled, I search for my keys, oh collywobbles! Yearning for tranquility instead of this constant dither and tizzy, and daunting days of jitters, willies, shivers and heebie-jeebies, and my heart in a knot of anxiety! Yes, I have days of cliffhanging moments! Inside my soul, I just want to dilly-dally, silent, I want to make each day count, but apprehension and anticipation always keep me on tenderhooks. Consternation, worry and anxiety, creep, creeping, and like an unsettled butterfly, I flutter befuddled. Inside my soul, I just want to lollygag! Fearful, I face each new day undaunted, taking first one step, then another and on and on and on . . . hoping my distress is unseen and undetected. And I step off the cliff that is my life each morning, oh no one can escape some anxious days, of go here, go there, get this and get that, oh collywobbles! Edit, amend, revise, reword, and condense a poem, but really, really I love my crazy, hectic, unpredictable, anxious life! __________________________ February 24, 2017 (re-post) Poetry/Acrostic/Everyday Is A Cliffhanger Copyright Protected, ID 17-1217-135-0 All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym. Submitted into the contest, Strand Select 12 sponsor, Brian Strand Honorable Mention