the
sane part of her mind
told
her to not fret
over
the small details –
everything
will fall into place
but
her sawmill mind gave
her
no peace, going over lines
again
and again until her patience
was
as thin as late winter ice
- Written for dVerse Quadrille #82 - Fretboard of Poetry
Oh, I love your images especially in the second stanza. Sawmill mind indeed! and thin ice... Well Done!
ReplyDeleteSame and sawmill. Love that image. I have been there!
ReplyDeleteSawmill mind - wonderful description and love the thin as winter ice, although around here, winter ice is pretty thick!
ReplyDeleteYour poem reminds me of a Bruce Springsteen song, "Two Faces Have I," "one that laughs, one that cries, one says hello, one says goodbye". Well-written description of "two minds".
ReplyDeleteA familiar scenario so well described! I love the expression ‘sawmill mind’ and the simile ‘patience… as thin as late winter ice’.
ReplyDelete"as thin as late winter ice" is lovely
ReplyDeleteAh.. to Dance
ReplyDeleteAnd Sing With
No ReaSon No
Lines No Choir
Sheets No LeSSoNS aT aLL
No Frets
No
TiME
No DiStance
Or SPace Forevernowmore
Dance Song Reigns Water Air Gravity Free..:)
Oh the sawmill mind... that is how we fret.
ReplyDeleteThanks everyone for reading and commenting 🙂
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