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"Canst thou not minister to a mind diseas'd,
Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow,
Raze out the written troubles of the brain,
And with some sweet oblivious antidote
Cleanse the stuff'd bosom of that perilous stuff
Which weighs upon the heart?''
Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow,
Raze out the written troubles of the brain,
And with some sweet oblivious antidote
Cleanse the stuff'd bosom of that perilous stuff
Which weighs upon the heart?''
She procrastinates
sits with her Ipad
meticulously crafting jigsaw puzzles
A week's worth of dishes
pile high in the sink
dust bunnies everywhere
laundry too
The dog has to pee
OK
up for that
thank goodness
Why, why, why,
no answer
when when when
no answer
who, who, who
no answer
Celebrate?
What
This puzzle
isn't
pretty
LOL and giggles too.
ReplyDeleteNICE!!!
much🌼love
This is such a powerful perspective, Linda. I guess denial is close to the border of madness.
ReplyDeleteSometimes there is just no logical answer.
ReplyDeleteWell described.
I love the poem and the quote that inspired it. So much.
ReplyDeleteNo it isn't pretty. Sounds like deep depression to me from which I chronically suffer. The questions, always the questions.
ReplyDeleteI wonder if it's madness to prioritize puzzles ... for some it is, but then who's normal.
ReplyDeleteI don't know what the exact situation is, but I certainly relate to the feeling. Puzzles, indeed. Very nicely expressed.
ReplyDeleteI'm as puzzled as your puzzle. Loved getting lost her, LC. :)
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ReplyDeleteSo many things mimic craziness... depression is one of them. A weeks worth of dishes is overwhelming...
ReplyDeleteThat's fine, L.C. The waiting isn't good when you are knowing it will be bad news.
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More often than not, it is a puzzle, or seems to be. Answers don't come easy. We have to stalk them, like a hound stalks a escapee. Stay with it, seek the answer. It will come in time.
ReplyDeleteProcrastination is a never-ending song that eats time as it does its best to drive us mad. And sometimes procrastination is just that--we putting off what has to be done (even when we want to do it). Other times, procrastination is camouflaged for something scarier, darker, more debilitating... This feels like the latter--so many dishes.
ReplyDeleteYep, I live this way. :)
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