Cyclones
Take me home Toto
back to the firm, hard ground
dirt packed and cracked beneath my feet
Be a good dog
and stop this whirling and spinning
in my brain that causes me such anguish on this balmy Kansas day
Those nasty little flying monkeys
of doubt and insecurity and distrust
won’t let me have any peace
I really want to be a good witch
with a pretty dress and a sparkling tiara and a lilting voice and golden curls
But instead I see a hook nose and a tight-lipped mouth reflected back
when I gaze into my crystal ball
I pedal faster, faster, faster
Never fast enough to outrun the cyclone swirling through my mind
Fat Bottom Girl Said What 
Love this, and the attributes you give to the flying monkeys. The picture was the perfect foil to the words.
Thank you! Glad you liked it! 🙂
Have I told you lately that I LOVE your poetry? The line about those flying monkeys…brilliant. You painted such a wonderful word picture. Don’t let those flying monkeys rule you. You’ve got this! xoxo
Yes, you’re so kind, and you tell me on a regular basis. I feel like you’re the president of my bad poetry fan club!! hahaha Trying to keep those damn monkeys grounded today!! lol
We could always use the monkeys for target practice!! Keep them grounded for good that way! And yes I am the President of your fan club for your “Great” poetry! And I’m ready to read more on Wordle today! heehee
Love it, love it, love it. And I love the picture, too. Go away, monkeys! 😉
Thanks so much! Appreciating you reading and commenting!! 🙂
I totally forgot about you during the storms. Everything cool??
I am just peachy Adam!! However, I hear you have some sort of addiction to breakfast cereal??? 😉
I’m a cereal whore. Glad you’re not in the Emerald City, or Munchkinland or some other weird place!
So basically, your motto is, “Will (blank) for Lucky Charms”??? lol
Love this 🙂
Thanks!!!