Poem: My Racing Mind

03/12/2013 at 12:26 PM 1 comment

My Racing Mind

My thoughts are jumbled

They’re bumbled

Like bumper cars

 –

Thoughts unrelated

Not hated

But too many

Thoughts are not heeding

They’re speeding

Cannot focus

 –

Pluck each thought from crown

Write them down

Contemplate them

 –

Clogged thoughts start flowing

I’m knowing

I can catch them

 June Nash

Ever have one of those days when your mind is racing?  It is like your thoughts are playing bumper cars in your head.  They are all over the place.

My mind is like that today.  I am writing down my thoughts as they pop into my head.  Once I have them all down on paper, I am usually able to put them into some sort of order.  That being done, I can focus on them each individually.

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  • 1. purple  |  03/12/2013 at 3:53 PM

    I know exactly what you mean by the bumper cars LOL Great poem. For me, this ALWAYS seems to happen the moment my head hits the pillow.

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Original poetry. Copyright 2012, June Nash

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