the whirlwind
of to dos--
unwritten,
undone,
strewn about,
the cyclone of
what's lost,
forgotten.
The tornado chasers grow weary
from the futility of the pursuit
of these tornado thoughts
from the futility of the pursuit
of these tornado thoughts
Off the scale--
impossible to stop,
devastating
wreckage
strewn
all around--
the "to dos"
the must dos,
the crucial,
the undone,
scattered
everywhere.
Suddenly the storm stops,
the debris of dendrites
strewn about--
a wandering mind,
driven to distraction,
creative bursts,
a spirit of inquiry
impulsive answering,
the havoc wrought
by the tornado of her mind.
The recovery effort--
where to begin?
What to tackle first?
One thing begun,
interrupted by another
Two things begun,
both undone.
Needing redirection,
leaving out what's important
caught up in distractions,
never getting it quite right,
encumbered by her own whirlwind,
missing moments and losing sleep
lost in the violence of her own storm,
a self-created vortex of despair
missing moments and losing sleep
lost in the violence of her own storm,
a self-created vortex of despair
her tornado of thoughts.
Great images. I hope that you will find some peace during the fall break.
ReplyDeleteThanks. I hope I do find some peace.
Deletewow...my thoughts are that tornado lately...windy and all over the place too. List making is helping. xo
ReplyDeleteThanks for blowing your thoughts this way--maybe I'll try lists again. Let's hope I can find the lists I make.
DeleteMy tornado decided that I didn't have time to Slice today. I am having to let go of promises to myself because of promises to everyone else. Ugh! I hope the wind dies down soon for all of us.
ReplyDeleteYour too kind--no time to slice but time to read.
DeleteAmazing! The pictures that you paint with your words! I wish I had even a fraction of your gift of words!
ReplyDeleteThanks. I am flattered. I spent some time with this poem, trying to create the image of the havoc of my tornado mind.
DeleteAwesome words! I could put your slice under a picture of my resource room tonight. A tornado...exactly!
ReplyDeleteGood thing we're not in the same state--it could be a wild and dangerous storm!
DeleteThe words "tornado of thoughts" are very powerful Maya, and the others surrounding are like that debris that spews out of the tornado. Whew, your poem reads so twisty and fast I had to read it several times-good capture of those feelings. thanks
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