Discombobulated Flow

I’d been feeling discombobulated,
by things within my house,
and so I had to move them round,
till I ran out of space.

I put them there,
and pushed them here,
I lifted and I shifted,
at a ferocious pace.

It didn’t matter what I did,
I couldn’t make them fit,
it jangled and it jarred me,
that I couldn’t find their place.

So I resorted to my usual,
I started chucking out,
the things that were annoying me,
which brought a smile to my face.

It’s not completely perfect,
but then, what really is?
but flow has been restored somewhat,
and I’ll accept that grace.

 

©  ceenoa