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Confusion



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The seasons change daily now
The voice says quite loud
I rest my head in my hands
I think about now
I don’t know what I’m doing
Conscious convoluted confusion
What are you going to do?
I’ll think about this
When I am finished my rest
The voice repeats that
The seasons have promised change

By Janet Jarrell
Confused? Who isn't? I don't know? The NaiSaiKu Challenge

Lots of love out there!
Janet
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  1. Andy SewinaAugust 11, 2009 at 5:31 PM

    Phew, sometimes I think the seasons are talking to me too, maybe I'm confused...

    Love the way you captured/created this internal dialogue!

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  2. Anya PadyamAugust 11, 2009 at 7:43 PM

    That was such a nice read :)

    Conscious convoluted confusion - is a beauty of a phrase!

    I could be having this internal dialogue right now!:)

    Thanks for sharing...

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  3. Stan SkiAugust 11, 2009 at 7:57 PM

    Just need a bit of settled weather sometimes to give our thoughts some order.

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  4. JeevesAugust 12, 2009 at 12:29 AM

    Nice one

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  5. Marc LathamAugust 13, 2009 at 9:55 AM

    Beautiful poem Janet and very thought provoking.

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