My mind is a desk in a dust storm

Jake Allen Sharp

My brain – my mind is like a desk. It’s usually cluttered but not for lack of effort. Sometimes I’m attention asleep – I stack papers organized them have everything neatly placed and my plans written on paper on my desk. That’s when the dust storm comes in like a whirlwind of creativity. I forget what I was supposed to be doing I forget it about the task at hand, forget to pay bills, forget to turn in assignments, forget to complete things I had already started.

My thoughts become paper scattered by the wind.

I frantically trying to gather my thoughts again

without much effort my words all rhyme

then I’m lost in a moment in time

at least in my mind.

The dust settles and I look around. Try to pick up the pieces. I try my best to straighten my desk. I make a new plan and…

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4 thoughts on “My mind is a desk in a dust storm”

  1. My mind is a tidy desk, no dust nor storm. I keep windows open (to refresh and throw light) but my door firmly closed.
    You know, to avoid people intruding and loud noises.


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