Roily Hunch

A Poem by The Fiddley Scrawler - A Blog by Prema Tata

On the mind's turbulence... Scrawled On: Monday, 18th April 2011

My instinct portends trouble.
Is it my lad’s ongoing infirmity the trouble jumble,
Or his dad’s tryst with the sea that is the trouble bubble?
Here I implore to the mind’s being for all trouble to tumble,
And probe to see any imminent trouble’s trouble,
Or could it be just my mind’s troubled mumble?