Magpie Mondays {Wrenching My Way to Happiness


Wrenching My Way to Happiness

In a world I like the least
is where I consistently find myself,
seeking for reasons to sip my morning coffee,
thinking of fluffy sheep jumping over a daisy
as I lay my head on my pillow.

Struggling to make days work, 
molding my cobblestone path,
working on whatever it is 
that needs to be wrenched.
Sweat and boredom, mixed and stirred.

I work for my dreams,
I know what are they, though vague and shallow,
I still pray deeply at night
That my carefully laid out gears,
would work for me someday.

*Written for The Magpie Tales

4 dropped their thoughts:

Sue | March 18, 2012 at 9:42 AM

We wrote very different poems today, but we sure had the same subject in mind...

Well done!


Brian Miller | March 18, 2012 at 12:27 PM

and you know i think all of us in some way hope it will pay off in the end, even when we do not see it regularly....

Helen | March 19, 2012 at 10:42 AM

There have been days I felt as though I was 'wrenching' myself to happiness. Not an easy task ... Your Mag is great!

chiccoreal | March 23, 2012 at 11:00 AM

Dear Dame:

"I work for my dreams"

The workings are good~work makes it happen~!

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