Poetry Day: Distraction Magnet

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(This poem is probably something a lot of artists can relate to.  You just can’t get away from distractions some days.)

I sit to do my work
Hoping to take steps
Knowing despair will come
As the click of my pen
Attracts the chatty masses


Phone rings off the hook
With none to hear the call
Conversations starting
Before you come in view
Requests to clean a dish
That I never used myself
Lectures of how life works
That I never asked to hear
Sitting down to watch a show
While I sit a couple feet away
Yelling for my aide
To complete a simple task


I rush to all
In hope of getting time
And a little cup of quiet
Which I finally find
Long after my mind is shot

About Charles Yallowitz

Charles E. Yallowitz was born, raised, and educated in New York. Then he spent a few years in Florida, realized his fear of alligators, and moved back to the Empire State. When he isn't working hard on his epic fantasy stories, Charles can be found cooking or going on whatever adventure his son has planned for the day. 'Legends of Windemere' is his first series, but it certainly won't be his last.
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7 Responses to Poetry Day: Distraction Magnet

  1. noelleg44 says:

    Pithy and SO true, Charles!

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  2. L. Marie says:

    Yeah, been there. The worst is when you have a great thought that you meant to jot down and you’re so distracted away from it that by the time you finally get to it, you totally forgot what you were going to jot down.

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  3. Well captured, Charles! 💕🙂

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  4. Sounds like chaos. Well done.


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