It’s just a rogue thought,
passing fancy,
a little dream,
a fantasy,
accelerated by a story line
that just won’t quit.
Quiet.
Shut up.
Silence the chattering mind.
Don’t bite the hook,
lest you be dragged to shore,
passive,
passive,
(dark island of your own derangement)
where you’ll be served up
by the natives
as a snack.
This is a Three Word Wednesday post.
6 comments:
Like walking the gang plank on the Jolly Roger - that's a good daydream to wipe away pesky thoughts and voices..
February 5, 2014 at 9:57 AMthe last lines made me laugh. Sometimes those voices can get the best of us. well done.
February 5, 2014 at 10:43 AMEvery time we write a piece and post it we subject ourselves to this. We want to be caught read (eaten) and then praised...Yum! Hopefully.
February 5, 2014 at 11:14 PMI have no desire to become a snack, but must I Zen to avoid it?
February 6, 2014 at 5:46 PMIt can be difficult to silence the chattering mind. I'd hate to wind up as lunch for the natives.
February 6, 2014 at 7:14 PMNever really thought of myself as a pot roast. Nice flow to this work and a funny ending. What more could a reader want?
February 7, 2014 at 5:30 AMPost a Comment