Having spent the early part of the day wandering around sunny Havant, I'm tempted to 'blog all about it!' as a good, old fashioned newspaper seller may have shouted 'read all about it!' to tempt punters to buy his wares, but I want my mind to digest the day a little more before I spread my thoughts out.
The indecision has kept me mentally going round in circles - and we all know what that feels like, don't we? As the mood over the past few days has been child oriented, I shall continue in the same vein and see if tomorrow makes me feel more like an adult - but no promises...
A Dizzy Day
Of all the games that I could play,
I can't choose what to do.
I'm feeling rather funny
and a little mixed up, too.
I've been whirling round in circles
and now I'm in a spin.
I can't decide just who to be
'cause of the state I'm in.
Perhaps I'll be a builder
with a great big pile of bricks,
or a jolly, white faced circus clown
who's always full of tricks.
Perhaps I'll be an astronaut
who flies up to the moon,
or perhaps I'll play at floating
like a big, red, toy balloon.
I've been whirling round in circles
and now I'm in a spin.
I can't decide just who I am
'cause of the state I'm in !
A Cuban In London has left a new comment on your post "Indecision":
ReplyDeleteA bat. How about a bat? Your'e spinning and all you need to do now is hang upside down :-).
Good post. Loved the poem and with the nice temperature we're having it has brought a smile upon my face. Many thanks.
Greetings from London.
Sorry, Cuban in London, for wiping you out and having to put your comment back on! I know you aren't anonymous!
ReplyDeleteLove the bat idea, but wouldn't want to loose everything out of my pockets in that upside-down position! x
yes your poem brilliantly captured how i often feel.
ReplyDeleteKnow the feeling. LOL
ReplyDeletesometimes it's just fun to spin ;)
ReplyDeleteYour piece brings back beloved memories of school recess :)
ReplyDeleteIn a spin? I thought that was normal for anyone over 65.
ReplyDeleteMy Mum used to call me a 'dizzy wicket', never have found out what that means.
Love Granny
That is exactly how I feel today too Jinksy - I have put nothing on my blog because I can;t make up my mind!
ReplyDeleteOh dear I sent a message and it got lost in cyberspace. I'll do it again, sorry if it comes twice.
ReplyDeleteI was just saying, it's called being on a high and is OK as long as it's legally done!!
I've had a lovely visit and caught up on some of your posts. xxx
Oh, I can so relate to this post. Well written!
ReplyDeleteYou are verbalizing what we feel most of the time; what to write; what to leave out; what to spin into a tale. Well done.
ReplyDeleteThat sounds like an innocent child. Certainly from long ago. Maybe you? I think my kids now have a strut and a BAM thrown in there. Oh, I long for gentler times.
ReplyDeleteI hate to tell you,Woman in a Window, all the kid's poems I've written are pure invention - bar one about my Granddaughter's footwear, just after I began blogging - and I I've written them all within the last year.
ReplyDeleteAnd Lakeviewer, a spinner of tales? Think I could hold my hands up to that title.
Glad that lots of you spin in circles, too! x
I think you should just surrender to being YOU!
ReplyDeleteWhen you get to our age though..... I guess you can be anybody and probably get away with it!
I'll look forward to your decisive blogging about your meanderings around Havant.
ReplyDeleteLOve the poem! Genius as always! You have such a gift for words! Jenni
ReplyDeleteME TOO! *whirly brain whirly brain whirly brain!*
ReplyDeleteWell said! I relate well to this!
ReplyDeleteStop this world, I need to get off. It's been a dizzy day. My wife would appreciate such sentiments after juggling three kids all day.
ReplyDeleteI like the rhyme of the title and the first line...and the relation between games and deciding who to be today.
Shades of Antony Newly, Mr Cox! As for everyone else, I wish you could listen to Noel Harrison singing the song which has the line 'and the circles that you find, in the windmills of your mind', as the music expresses all our circular gyrations so beautifully....
ReplyDeleteYou, jinksy, and Hilaire Belloc. That poem is delightful - in every possible way. Now I'm off to spin....
ReplyDeleteSee, I read your ears-post first and then this one, and I know who you are! It came to me when I read that you heard snippets of people's conversations and that you went off home and that your feet did not make a sound. Somehow that led me into thinking that you are Miss Marple!
ReplyDeleteHugs xx
Windmills of your mind - Originally a song in French, is a very lovely, melodic, almost haunting tune, with its circular qualities... Fabulous, as in Forever Fabulous Jinksy!
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