Monday, May 30, 2011

To My Mind's Ideal

I'm not in your league
of nations
my brain doesn't work that way.
It doesn't wake up
all organized
at the start of
a brand new day.
It doesn't file the spices
in neat and tidy rows
it doesn't have a to-do list
everywhere it goes.

I stumble and struggle
to function
to do what I'm meant to do--
to keep my head above water
much less to keep up with you.

I try to keep up my self image
as it climbs up and falls off the cliff.
It shuts itself down--its in free-fall
and nothing I do makes a difference.

I don't understand how my mind works
from whence its weird thoughts
come to pass
I'm just not the person
I've looked for.
I don't have that level
of class.

4 comments:

Theresa said...

I enjoy your poetry!

Dymphna said...

Thank you so much!

TACParent said...

Nicely done. Btw, you have the perfect level of class, in my book! ; )

Dymphna said...

Thanks!!!

Poems © Gemma W. Wilson