Mathematically just one inch,
that is all that separates us.
A word too hard to utter,
the physics of almost.
Gaps in the puzzle,
beyond hopeless.
Jumbled pairs
cannot
fuse.
Imagination conjures words
that merge and converge in my mind,
like a murmuration of birds.
Jumbled words are slowly aligned,
forming a poem line by line,
in which ending rhymes get refined.
My muse claims the poems are mine;
but that is not entirely true,
She supplies the polish and shine.
I was mute; till She found my voice,
and imbued my poetic pen
with rhythm and rhyme; I had no choice.
I'm but a child in a playpen,
whose imagination's free
to explore wonder: now and then.
Words come naturally to me;
expounding on the truths I see.
After dark, it's just jam and disarray.
Like the rain of wet stars upon the moon.
Determine how to pinpoint a highway.
After dark, it's just jam and disarray.
Such as stained glass and silver gold to buy
My spirit will be full of wind whirls, soon.
After dark, it's just jam and disarray.
Like the rain of wet stars upon the moon.
Written: April 26, 2023
my thoughts are scattered
jumbled mess inside my head
wanting to flow out
Fanciful filigree faerie frolics
Garnishing grateful glittery gardenias
Heavenly hope heralding
Iridescent illusions imagining
joyous jumbled jubilation
Jumbled thoughts and emotions,
tossed like waves in the ocean.
Lord, instill your peace in me;
from confusion set me free.
3/28/17
Jumbled means in quite a mess
Just like my mind in distress
Jump says my brain at cliffs edge
Judgement stalls this death I pledge*
*Last line kindly supplied by Tim Smith
Penned 20 March 2017
There's a turmoil of thoughts racing through my mind
Letting loose havoc, clarity is hard to find
Thoughts colliding with each other, trying to be free
What disarray exists when ideas are not allowed to be
Suddenly the jumble of thoughts get organized right
And order returns in harmony and delight
So I calmly arrange them as I write
- - -
1/28/17
Seven for Chaos and order contest of Nette Onclaud
Three lines dance around
each other
short end.
Elizabeth alexander 16/3/2016
I sat and tried to write a poem about you
and how you make me feel.
But the more I concentrate,
the less the words made sense.
They all came out wrong;
jumbled and confused.
But then I thought,
perhaps that was saying more than
any poem ever could about you
and how you make me feel.
I've lost my mojo
Can't think
Can't write
I was better when solo
Can't be depressing
Wow, Fiona Apple isn't even helping
What is wrong with me?
Grinning like a Cheshire cat
Makes me want to smack
Myself
Help!
I'm losing it!
Gotta put Adele on my playlist
Maybe that will help me ignore
The person I'm falling for
Life,
the greatest challenge,
like a puzzle,
you need to find
all the jumbled
fragmented pieces;
the vivid colored images,
even the blacks and whites.
Joined together
you may understand
the meaning
of your life.
Many of my pieces
have yet to be joined -
an endless puzzle, I think.
why do you haunt my head
leaving my thoughts jumbled
like tumbling blocks
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