I find I think constantly with a busy mind
There's just so much to do in every day
My thoughts all scattered and unrefined
Worries and problems go round unasked
Keeping me awake at night in hot dismay
I find I think constantly with a busy mind
I'm falling behind with innumerable tasks
There has got to be a much better way
My thoughts all scattered and unrefined
I'll start a journal then in relief I can bask
All of my minds clutter can just fade away
I find I think constantly with a busy mind
Collating a glut of thoughts no easy ask
I should have started on this yesterday
My thoughts all scattered and unrefined
My veneer of calm may soon be unmasked
My melt down will be a spectacular display
I find I think constantly with a busy mind
My thoughts all scattered and unrefined
First person villanelle poetry contest
7 August 2022
Sponsor K Milton Hankins
Translated from Georgian into English by Manana Matiashvili
All that figurative language
I’ve acquired from you:
“Life is tough”,
“Sweet is the soul”,
“Sky’s the limit”,
“Truth will out”.
“Knowledge is power”,
“Weep and you weep alone”,
One can be “all at sea” sometimes,
“The heart of man is like waters of the well”,
“Guest is sent from God”,
“Let go and let God”…
And so on… and so many sayings
Am collating now into poems
And stitching stories…
But seems as if Alazani River
Has washed them out
And taken all the words.
Three years passed,
Hence our roles have changed,
I play the same games, mostly “housing”…
Just now am standing jammed
At juncture of the ground and sky,
Hesitating to choose direction, it means,
I have no idea to blow warmth up
Or to blow down…
Who will play with me with shifted roles?
The games named: “schooling”,
“housing” and “motherhood“?
Genres: life, family, sad, personality
So much depends on waiting,
the cock crow,
dissipating long nights,
before rain starts,
desecrating one-sidedness,
and,
getting it right,
working like-mindedness,
engrafting a woman in a man
So much depends on paintings,
healing minds,
moving on,
collating a self-informing vocabulary,
defining emblems,
and,
winning wars through words,
pondering a new beginning,
changing the face of a loved one
In your error there is a'way making
Whilst striving in your searches collating,
Are they blackly scrawled your inky walls.?
Truly "A vice" this undertaking...
Explain peruse or buying extra shoes
True vanity versus inspiration.
Copyright Joe Maverick 2011
Courting your affectionate attention
Christening your passionate collateral
Culling each carnal, steamy glance
Collapsing into your succoring arms
Clinging to your tender embrace
Clutching your writhing, trembling body
Clasping each fawning, fleating breath
Curdling each salivating kiss
Collating hands to travel amorous course
Coordinating every alluring touch
Careening into each savory fold
Coalescing at every bleating part
Carefully probing every throbbing pore
Cheerfully sharing each rapturous sensation