Topsy-Turvy comes to town
Topsy-Turvy: Wonderland Poetry Prompt Day 28
Upside down
Round and round
Inside out
Without a doubt
Here comes…
Topsy-turvy.
Hope I don’t have scurvy!
My mind’s a mess
Spinning with stress
Topsy-turvy, begone!
I beg all day long.
My poor brain’s
a Ping Pong game
Till I flop into bed
Near almost dead
Then one eye blink’s time
I wake up just fine.
Topsy-turvy’s departed
Leaving me glad hearted.
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Written for: Topsy-Turvy: Wonderland Poetry Prompt Day 28
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Comments (6)
Such wonderful and whimsical rhyme! I laughed out loud at "Hope I don’t have scurvy!"
I wish I woke up with topsy-turvey departed😭
This was a fun poem! Reminded me of a living through another hectic day!
Excellent work 👏
Enjoyable poem Thank you for sharing 🏆✍️🌻
This poem really captures that feeling of being all jumbled up. I've been there, when my thoughts are racing and I can't seem to focus. It's like being stuck in a topsy-turvy world. How do you think the poet managed to convey that sense of mental chaos so vividly? And what techniques do you think could be used to break out of that topsy-turvy state in real life? I'm glad the speaker in the poem found relief in the end. It makes you wonder what we can do to get to that calmer state more quickly.