Imbroglio

One of those weeks when I live in a total fog:  I think Monday is Tuesday, put something in a ‘safe’ place (i.e. can’t find it), forget the grocery list, put a sweater on backwards … does everyone have weeks like this?

IMBROGLIO

mix-ups jumble disorder                          
plunder puzzles
scramble confusion
until all fall foul
of lucidity

addled pates resound
with dismayed bewilderment
incoherent where anarchy
runs amok over hill
untidy dale        cities
disorientated with strikes
diners serving hash
commuter complexities
convoluted by refusals
to sabotage chaos

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A Summer Father … Here is poetry … interweaving images culled from a wartime childhood with bittersweet memories of a “summer father”. Lynda Monahan

A Summer Father … Here is poetry … interweaving images culled from a wartime childhood with bittersweet memories of a “summer father”. Lynda Monahan