Addicted. So....

 

You know I'm addicted to poetry

You know that I strange-grammar too

You yell slow down Don so that we can

Collect our thoughts and follow you

 

My mind it swirls 24/7

(Not quite, it stops when I'm reclined)

I'm tying myself up in knots here

Don't dreams swirl around in the mind?

 

Now where was I?......

 

My mind has a habit of wandering

I let it go free and explore

I follow it round, just observing

And see what it brings back to shore

 

So.....

 

I want to create and to share me

Just take what you like and discard

What doesn't appeal of my poetry

The stuff you don't follow (too hard)

 

Don Matthews September 2017

 

 

“The next time your mind wanders follow it around for a while”

(Jessica Masterson)