Concentration and focus have been on my mind a lot.
Remember playing with fridge magnet poetry, trying to make sentences from random words to bring harmony out of the chaos?
At the end of the day, the day ends, but work doesn’t.
Work takes tumbling classes in my head at night – which is troubling for anyone I’m trying to have social interaction with because my eyes and ears can easily be disconnected from my brain …
My head is too full, too many things, the RACE …
PACE
MORNING …
EMBRACE
REPLACE
TRACE
That’s the CASE
BRACE
RETRACE
LAMB KNEES
LOBSTERS
GREAT BEAR BOOT
And, BREAKFAST.
Go ahead, have a great day and write a poem with the words in your head.