Spinning

Spinning in circles,
faster and faster
on this merry-go-round of life.

A top pulled and unwound
a dizzying melody
Everything around becomes fuzz.

The-colors-shapes-blur
A euphoria erupts
a-constant-numb-buzz.

I     must    slow    this     down,
I-cannot keep-spinning
Mind-body wobbling off-balance.

Life PLEASE    slow    down,
Let me find a center
Let me feel calm tranquil peace.

Reviews

[alanwgraham]

Well done - this is a great depiction of the non stop pressures of modern life. Nearly everyone will connect with your poem! I would just suggest using fuzzy instaead of fuzz.
Alan
If you have time (ha ha!) you might like to read my story 'the Letter' about the same subject. Thanks.

[thetish]

Thank you for reading and your suggestion to read your story, Alan. I will look it up when I have some free time.

[Gee]

That's life, ever quickening, days, months, years, racing by with many of us forgetting to enjoy this beautiful world. Superb

[thetish]

Thank you so much for your comment and for reading =).

[Jyoti_Ablaze]

Reminded me of childhood times when all the kids will play that game where one will b blind-folded and spun at his place till others will get away and that kid will try to figure out the direction and source of sound... The confusion then was fun but the one your words evoke in this piece, is otherwise.
We all suffer from those times when life is just too fast to grasp and hold on to its meaning.
Relatable and vivid.
Kudos! Liked it very much!

[thetish]

How wounderful to hear that the poem evoked images from your childhood. Thank you for sharing!

[Jyoti_Ablaze]

Oh thank you for posting such a piece.

[Sumo]

Beautiful, I'm envious. All my writing must rhyme. I wish I could expand to where I'm satisfied that they don't.

[thetish]

You are too kind of me, yet so critical of yourself. I challenge you - write one that does not rhyme just once!

[Sumo]

I am but a servant. I live to please others, yet I am displeased with myself. I look forward to more work from you.
I'll do my best, I'm afraid my mind tells me when I do its just a short story. I do admire rhymeless poetry greatly.

[An owl on the moon]

I read your words twice, these moving, dancing thoughts. And how deeply I relate to a world of colors burning all around, the dizzy, wild world. Yes, let the center be found... the balance... the peace.

[thetish]

Being centered is so difficult. I let myself spin out of control to often. Thank you for your thoughts.

[An owl on the moon]

You will find your way. I know you will. :)