Flonging My Life Away
by Jacki Kellum
I see my chair inside my book.
I don’t see me when close I look.
The clouds float in my sunny sky,
And singing birds fly passing by.
I wonder where am I?
At 9, I climbed into my car.
For ninety errands, near and far.
About my life, there’s something wrong,
No time to hear the bird’s blue song,
I flong the whole day long.
©Jacki Kellum January 15, 2016
Today’s daily post prompt was to morph a word into one with a different meaning. I changed the task and just morphed some letters into a whole new word and wrote a little ditty about the ways that my darting around in life prevents me from settling and being productive in the moment. It prevents me from writing the books that I want to write, and it prevents me from completing the paintings that I want to paint. In spite of the fact that I see the sands in my hourglass sifting to the bottom, I continue to flitter around. Indeed, I flong the whole day long.