On July 22, 2020, P.T. Wyant posted at ptwyant.com a Wednesday Words prompt involving interruptions, a drowning, a game of chance.
This poem was the result…
Drowning in a bucket list
All the things I want to accomplish
Need to plan, need to seize the time
There’s only so much time to do any of them
Sometimes it feels like a game of chance
Whether or not I’ll find opportunies
Grab that time, use that time
Before the inevitable interruptions stop me
Real life crashing down with its concerns
The scream of the telephone
The waiting trash
The waiting tragedy
They come in wave after wave
I’ve no choice but to learn how to surf
To catch wave after wave of opportunity
To ride those waves to my goals, far as I can go
Before the reality knocks me over
Seizing control
Leaving me breathless at its mercy.
Oh, I love this poem…the first line is sublime.❤️ You’ve encapsulated the sense of being overwhelmed so wonderfully well 🥰 Thank you for sharing it.
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