May 29, 2016 Original Poetry, The Daily Post

Orderly
©May 29th, 2016
By Vijaya Sundaram

I am not.
I wish I were.
I gaze, longingly
At the ladies I know
Who arrange and re-arrange
And I, stumbling around, deranged
Because neatness and I are at war,
Rail against the disorder around me,
Try all that arranging and re-arranging,
And feel trapped underneath the burden of it all
For chaos primeval rules my world eternally,
And all I can do is pull up the weeds as they spring up,
So my flowers and ferns and trees can rise up to meet the sky.

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In response to The Daily Post’s Daily Prompt: Orderly

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