For POETS UNITED ~ Midweek Motif ~ Distractions, or Stops Along the Way

Today I invite poems about surprises in the best-laid plans--or detours you wish you had planned or prevented.  Or the affect of days of rest and holiday on the main dish of life. Distraction?  Rest?  Or a Better Way?

I traced some patterns in life

and looked at them for long,

thought they were strong

in design color and length,

But I was told I was wrong-

I drew some lines

in symbols shapes and signs

erased and drew again

till my fingers grew numb

and my wrist cried 'pain'

I believed all was bright

But I was told I was not right-

I gathered some letters

and arranged them in words

I read them over and over

I thought I had the idea 

from under the dark cover

but someone knew better 

and I was entangled 

in iron fetters-

I passed some innocent smiles

being told to be nice

polite and mannered

well, 

I thought I was human,held

Truth and Prayer as my weapon,

But I was dragged away for miles

and forced to pay a  price-

I collected some pictures

all plain and blank

no patterns or lines nor words

or designs, with soundless motions

no thoughts or notions

as hard as stone,

as thin as a bone

as quiet as a mouse

I lived-in the house.

I was thus the better, 

good and best,

till the moment when

emotions were no longer manifest

silent smiles in the gabfest'

surrendering stage to  gold crest

All then was peaceful,at rest

no hurry worry or rush

and I had the happy wonderful distraction

a game of all games, I was saved, blest

for I wrote poems and played candy crush'