just when you think your ducks are… (revisited)

Posted on by saynotoclowns Posted in General bewilderment, PoetryTagged , , ,

philosophise me

unhelix my mind

and then chastise me

rhyme my poses

retime my proses

snap my beak

rethorn the roses

 

alphabetize me

file my shadows

then ostracise me

crime my creases

frieze my freezes

face me in to

comb with tweezers

 

must be those klutzy shoes…

 

 

 

45 thoughts on “just when you think your ducks are… (revisited)”

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      saynotoclowns says:

      haha.
      wow, thank you so much.
      Normally it is because of a few things happening at once…in this case, I noticed that one of our ducks we keep in a row (hehe) had broken its beak off. On a day when I was feeling kind of like that duck. This is about anxiety and self doubt and it really is only in recent years I have figured out just how much all of that has controlled my thought processes.
      There are times you have to look out to break that inward anxiety loop. (hence the tags).

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        Silent Hour says:

        Hmm… the roses you buy at the florist’s to offer have no thorns. I think they are the ones I’d like to rethorn. Maybe to use them as trojan roses.
        The duck with the broken beak is probably the wisest among them.

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