Friday, October 20, 2006

Fruit Flies, Updrafts, Tipped Scales and Self-Spun Realities
By Don Iannone

Sometimes the fruit flies get the best of you,
especially when you're not watching,
and when life seems to go astray,
like a loose kite getting caught up
in an unforeseen updraft,
forcing your feet off the ground,
and lifting your spirit far above the highest cloud.
All the while,
the clock inside you spins backwards,
tipping your scales,
making you crazy,
and causing you to lose hope
that anything in life--
least of all your appetite for adventure--
can save you from whatever haunted house
your mind spins when its lonely.
Welcome to the insanity of self-spun reality.

10 comments:

Kari Glover said...

Thanks... :)
Time to take a deep breath and move forward again.

J. Andrew Lockhart said...

"haunted house your mind spins when it's lonely"
What a great line!

Don Iannone said...

Thanks Kari and Andrew...this is a little on the bizzare side...a poem dipped in feeling and aimless thought. Hope you are both well.

Rob said...

Haunted house....very apt.

Kathleen said...

Lovely sharing Don... amazing how it seems to very real... eh...? The Universe is so talented...! :)

polona said...

what an interesting flow of thougt... amazing what our minds do when we let them wonder.
take care!

Dan said...

I like that last line...

Borut said...

Your blog is a watershed of beauty and wisdom. A joy to read. This one is very close to how I feel right now. A good title!:) Makes me laugh. At myself!:)

M. Shahin said...

Great lines throughout and unusual descriptions. Fruit flies indeed!

Don Iannone said...

Thanks for your comments--everyone. M. Shahin...yes, this is an unusual one indeed.

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