Ideas Will Not Leave Me Alone
Ideas come prancing but I do not have the time
They try to open me up, to swizzle around in my mind.
I intentionally ignore them, hoping they will go away.
They dance a watusi, fully intending to stay
What is it? I yell, irritated that they will not give me a break.
They chortle and chant and snicker. For goodness sakes!
Ideas are swishing and swirling, all alive in my mind.
Poetry? Art? What are they wanting? Will I find out in time?
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2021
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