When things become
Hectic
And out of place
Step back, deep breath in
Move slowly
At a snail’s pace.
The welcoming of plenty
The loss of all things
filled with empty
Can sometimes overwhelm you
Leaving only a place crazily
Hectic.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2021
Turmoil, hectic, rush about.
Make it plenty, plenty of whatever its about.
There is no doubt
This is a special time for us
We must hurry, rush about.
Smell the flavor
Aroma whiffing ’bout
Check ingredients, just the exact amount
To make it pleasurable
On this hurried, hectic rush about.
Soon be over, catch our breath
Stop all this rush about.
Deep sigh taken
Then go into overdrive
In this hectic turmoil, rush about.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2011
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