I’m all a muddle
I can barely think
Creaking wooden floors
In a house in my head
A fire burns
By a window a twisted fig
All a mess
My heads in a spin
Me a mommy?
Baby on the lap
By my fire place a-rocking
Rap-a-tap-tap
Still the career
At the door a-knocking
Misty muddled mess
A druid and a witch
Play cards with the goddess Bess
Plato’s wearing a wedding gown
And Minerva sits on books
What a clutter
What a mess
Make it stop
For the sake of Pete
The space grows les and less
What a muddle
What a mess
14 comments:
Bravo bravo...
exelente....
Am I right in thinking you've just found out you're pregnant?
nope.. well I hope not.. its just the getting married thing and everything els Iv started thinking bout it.
that and for some reason I am brudy as can be
that was a good poem hun, well done! i still think you should elope and have a great honeymoon, this whole deal is taking it's toll on you!
I don't want to rain on your parade, but this doesn't rhyme.
..something I noticed...
You're welcome.
You noticed that huh?
now I wonder how that slipped my mind
It'll be ok. Inside your head, you make the decisions. Make sure that you're sure.
Worry and wonder are ok. I was crying in the bathroom in my gown 5 minutes before I was supposed to walk down the aisle.
xoxox Diva
Preggars!
hhhhm,
I though you were bred until I read the comments, good luck if you are, if your not then hell good luck!
hehe
oh wow lee, thats awesome, so poignant and so clear!
i do hope it clears up soon, i may worry about you otherwise...
I AM NOT PREGNANT...I am waiting for menoupause before I decide to have kids......
But Ill be fine sure enough... Little sisster Chris has done something to focus all my attention on her
Nice poem- very nice writing.
I've added you to the Blogaholics Anonymous blogroll. Thanks for joining the club!
Livin' With Me
It's OK to be pregnant, it's how we produce children. In fact practicing is a lot of fun. Just ask me.
I think I will stick to training for it now thank you very much. but at some point I will have to get on with it...
Post a Comment