Tangled Ball of Yarn
A Poem on Staying Focused
With life being a constant race full of distractions and instant gratification, our thoughts become knotted. Staying focused is akin to untangling a ball of yarn; making sense of messy thoughts is challenging indeed.
Knotted thoughts have lasting, sometime unpleasant consequences. Our productivity decreases. Stress levels increase. We make poor decisions, forget crucial details, and cannot communicate clearly.
To untangle a knotty or dishevelled ball of yarn, we'd have to know what we want to accomplish. We'd have to put away what's causing us to lose focus on the yarn and stay aware of what we are doing. Enjoy these tankas.
Tangled ball of yarn
Leaves on floor feathery mess
Mess that clutters brain
Unable to see ahead
Unable to speak the mind
Tangled ball of yarn
So knotted and dishevelled
Must see beyond the knots
Cut away feathery frills
Eyes are solely on the yarn
Cut knots bravely away.
About the Creator
Michelle Liew
Hi, i am an English Language teacher cum freelance writer with a taste for pets, prose and poetry. When I'm not writing my heart out, I'm playing with my three dogs, Zorra, Cloudy and Snowball.
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Comments (2)
Arggghhh I feel so much better and free when my home is straightened up and clutter gone. This is a wonderful piece talking about knots in the processes. ❣️
So true. Sometimes, we need to take a step back and work on things one by one. Loved your poem!