Poetic Journey - Just One of Those Days

Just One of Those Days

I had one of those days

Of which of late there have been too many

A morning too full of reality

The need to be real and present

Too imperative.

The child in me wanted to run away

Down some White Rabbit hole

To the other side of the looking glass

Erase myself like a Cheshire Cat

Goodbye cruel world, so long

You just think Alice used to live here.

The canyons of my mind called to me

Whispered of places

I would rather be

Trails I would prefer to walk

Away from this boring reality

Away from here to just anywhere.

I tried to be strong

Kept on keeping on

Promised myself an escape

To the Mad Hatter's Tea Party

When all this worldly stuff was done

Just me and fantasy.

I had one of those mornings

That stretched into a day and another

One of those weeks I am increasingly less fond of

Business demanded my undivided attention

Behind me the White Rabbit called.

I'm late

Oh, so very late

I have this date, my child cried

With my muse, my paints

To dream and create.

I had one of those days

Oh, I pray them to soon be over

For if not I will just tiptoe away

Like it or not

I'm late.

(c) J. Binford-Bell

I went looking in my computer files for a specific poem to re-post but did not find it. Then began thumbing through my journal to see it it was there and never posted. Couldn't find it. Maybe I dreamed up writing it. But I found this one which also does not seem to be on my computer. I haven't a clue. But this one (with some tweaking) seems to describe my life of late.

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