Verbose. Too many words.
I suppose.
I began writing my blog to share.
Experiences. Thoughts. Ideas.
Trying to make sense. Of life.
One thought at a time.
But that’s impossible.
At least for me.
If I funnel my thoughts to one,
Where do the reminder of them go?
Lost thoughts! Oh, no!
A waste. Gone.
Between coffee pot and chair.
I thought I could make sense of this.
That’s my problem….I’m guilty.
One thought is impossible.
As I read from a favorite this morning
Just playing a came of scrabble,
A single word, he says, “Irony.”
Unravels the thoughts one after another
As a long thread in a skein of yarn. (Garrison Keilor)
Everything is attached!
Judge a book by its cover? No. But I fail miserably considering a book better with more pages.
This morning, one thought heaps on another.
The pile grows quickly. Convoluted.
I’m writing with my bluetooth keyboard
On my tiny (huge) mobile phone.
You’d think I would make it quick.
Just a few words. No more. That’s it.
But it’s the problem of my mind.
Like an empty and unknown road,
I must travel to see where it goes.
Done that. I have. And paid the consequence.
How many miles did I have to backtrack?
In my mind…it was worth the trip.
And it made all the difference. (Robert Frost)
Why? I’m guilty. I don’t think in small ways.
My mind is convoluted with criss cross paths.
One word crosses the path of another thought.
Before you know it. I’m in another world.
