Sunday, March 19, 2006

Room For One

Worry is a long term
habit of mine.
I know I don’t have
exclusivity to the pangs
clawing inside my belly,
but I have time share rights
for long-term,
appetite-stealing vacations,
to overnight, sleep-free junkets.
Don’t have to call for reservations,
they’re always on stand-by
waiting on the next thought to book a stay.

(all rights reserved Pat Paulk 2006)

15 comments:

Aurora said...

Good one, love the punch of the ending.

Borut said...

A friend of mine had a favorite saying for worriers: Mind your own business, and you'll be fully occupied for the rest of your life.

Carol said...

Yeah, me too.

sangeet said...

Very nice Pat! Brought a smile of recognition to my face!

Sangeet

Inkblot said...

Just chanced upon your blog. Very visual in a sense, the poetry,perhaps because of the everyday analogies.

Loved it. Will be back...

its_baxter said...

so descriptive. i worry a lot, as well. awful habit

Shane said...

another enjoyable work - curse that worry - like fish and houseguests - they smell after 7 days.

Nick Zegarac said...

Yes, the specter of worry often envelopes me too. No use or sense in it but there it is...and a good thing too, if you ask me. It keeps us honest and in perspective of the important things in life, the things we can change and those which we later recognize we had no control over and were better left for the great eternal to ponder instead. Great post, Pat.

floots said...

too true
if ever the standby list runs out
i can mail you some of mine :)

Pris said...

I love this, Pat!

Pat Paulk said...

Thanks guys! Inkblot, appreciate you stopping by, hope you'll come back!

Eric said...

this poem is a mirror, i can see myself :)

polona said...

been there, too... love it (the poem, not the worry)!

Gilbert Koh said...

I liked this one too, Pat, very clever. :)

Pat Paulk said...

Thanks Eric, and Polona! Gilbert I appreciate you coming by and commenting!