I'm staring at the carpet, trying to pick out a pattern in my mind.
Ideas float about with no resting place.
I need to think, to start building something positive in my life.
Which road to take, such indecision, spinning my brain in
ever decreasing circles.
I must stop. I must decide what my next move will be.
And so,
I am staring at the carpet, trying to pick out a pattern in my mind.
Free falling, floating, becoming grounded, flying high...all stages of our lives, some more disturbing than others. Time to 'set a spell, ' and have that tea or coffee with a friend, and find your place again. It will happen, I know, because of your strength, which is awesome! !
Duncan has summed this one up nicely - so many decisions, what to do, where to go from here... The right path will appear, it just takes time. A well put-together piece, Ernestine, which says it all. Sending a bright yellow daffodil, a sign of re-birth, and love, Fran xxx
I can only imagine that the person who voted this a 1, is not someone who understands the complexities of poetry, least of all takes the time to read them with an open mind open-heart, I hope that they can learn to grow, till then... This poem talks of those difficult decisions in life, the ones that take up so much of our time, what of the moment? what of the day? Which way shall I go? It's a great piece and in my opinion deserves more insight than an insignificant 1 There-fore I will rank it what i can....10 from me at least Love duncan X
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I hope you chose the right pattern in the end! Lovely work. Andrew x