Mar 3
Overwhelm stole the helm.
It tricked with the availability
of a plethora of multimedia
that spoke directly to me
so I sat and ingested all I could
to the point of sensory overload.
All I read and heard and saw and felt
is churning chaotically in my mind
with excess overflowed to unconscious storage,
floating and spinning fixing itself
to come out later in some sensible rendition
of all I got and how I related to it.
It was a good session!
© 2010 Shari Lynne Smothers
Mar 2
It’s already the second of March.
I’m a day behind on the easy stuff.
And what’s worse, this day
seems not to want me to catch up.
No poetry no prose got posted
yesterday.
No verses edited yet today
as, important stuff is in my way
to execute them.
Slightly under the weather
I’d like to self-diagnose
but can’t quite place the ailment.
I talk to my stomach to barter for
a break in my discomfort.
This morning’s business quickly expedited
had me off to next things in
less than thirty minutes.
At home, papers got filed and
computer folders were created.
I even prepared some documents
updates and ones newly-made to populate them.
So much for the busy work,
then came time to create something.
Every damned thing jumped ship
including my creativity
and this is what I was left with.
I’m sorry and I’ll try again tomorrow, if not later.
© 2010 Shari Lynne Smothers
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