Scattering feelings in the wind of change
Wishing for the best to be rearranged
Hoping for a tempest in a teapot
Some fantasies churn out a bigger plot
Undercurrent cuts you off your firm feet
Like pulling a rug you fall on your seat
You grab for your nest just out of your range
Cutting through cobwebs in the wind of change
© 2011 Michael Yost
Thanks for sharing….
Thanks and you welcome. Gratitude accepted and given.
Nothing like a good downsizing to wake you up out of a frump.
I still dream of my old work place. Yeah, the rug was pulled.
You know what they say about one door closing…. Pffftttt.
I like your sad poem.
I enjoyed you personal space piece as well.
Change is scary but this poem is great.
Nothing like a pink slip to wake you up.
Really love the words you use !! 😀
Le’t hope for no pinkies for you in the future. smiles…