Deborah Glessner 'Landscape Orb'
Motion sickness….
Why do I need
to spin?
I felt so cozy
in the cocoon
of soft/swell/spell,
but
essential overcast
has shielded
the glorious song,
the vortex
sucked
into strange
territory.
Hard lesson
to learn –
how to stop…
Stop and wait, then motion sickness may cease
ReplyDeleteI really like the direction your poem took. Great piece of introspection.
ReplyDeleteSometimes, even when we are nice and cozy, there's that nagging voice telling us to get up and do more! If only we could learn to stop.
ReplyDeleteurp....you are messing with my stomach now...smiles...i def dont like the spins...and they will send me hurling pretty fast....
ReplyDeleteHow to stop a spinning wheel! More direct efforts, yes! Nicely humbird!
ReplyDeleteHank
now this was not a theme I had thought of..excellent poem... I enjoyed this...
ReplyDeleteHard to stop now ~ I like the direction of your thoughts ~
ReplyDelete…strong meds, please! :) a spinning cocoon - I like that.
ReplyDeleteThanks for challenge, Margaret!
DeleteI have only had motion sickness (in the form of seasickness) a few time. Really not fun! Following your blog now.
ReplyDeleteThanks Mary for joining my blog! Cheers:)xx
DeleteOh I relate to feeling cozy in the cocoon....but inevitably we must escape it.
ReplyDeleteLove the opening line ... as one who suffers from major motion sickness, I related to every word.
ReplyDeleteThe lesson...so true...well written!
ReplyDeleteMay be the solution is all about adapting oneself to it. Well thought.
ReplyDelete-HA
oh so well put here. so hard to learn to stop!
ReplyDeleteThis orb had you take a look within...great interpretation
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