Some days I have brain fog, it is part of my illness or disease-puddled,
it is like swimming in porridge and I can see things clear as mud.
In the muddle
my life is befuddled
As I try to unriddle
my addled mind.
©Alison Jean Hankinson
For d”verse quadrille on “Muddled”
A little bit of light-heartedness. I suspect the answer is a relaxing cream tea somewhere…..
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I like your poem. Also, the food in the photo looks delicious. 🙂
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It was very nice, a well earned treat.
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Hope you feel unmuddled now…
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I like the description “swimming in porridge” to describe muddled.
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I spend a lot of time swimming in porridge…XXX
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Love the way you’ve coupled up the muddling and the befuddling and unriddled and the addled. 😉 Wonderful!
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it was all about the fun and sounds, I try to not take my muddled self too seriously, that might lead me seriously astray…
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I love this…💜 so beautiful.. so painstakingly honest and direct… its quite alright to feel muddled sometimes.. we re human afterall!💜
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