Wooziness: A Quadrille

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 dVerse #235: Take Your Poem For a Whirl Around the Block 

Ready to give it a whirl? Here’s how to let your whirl unfurl: 
Just pen us a poem of precisely 44 words, not counting the title, and using some form of the word whirl.


My head in a whirl, 
dizzying,
what was I doing again?

My mind wandering,
lost,
wondering where I was going?

My brain in a fog,
confused,
didn’t I already write that line?

If we all gained an extra hour, 
why does it feel inversed?

©2025 Lisa Smith Nelson. All Rights Reserved


Comments

  1. Rosemary Nissen-WadeNovember 3, 2025 at 4:00 PM

    Ha ha!

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  2. AnonymousNovember 3, 2025 at 4:02 PM

    The time change always messes me up, whether the hour is gained or lost. ;)

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  3. TruedessaNovember 3, 2025 at 5:57 PM

    haha - my internal clock takes a day or two to adjust to the new time change.

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  4. JadeLiNovember 3, 2025 at 7:44 PM

    Even the fabric of time is under their control. Enough is enough. As a retiree, it doesn't bother me, but for anyone with a schedule to keep it is disturbing and disorienting. Hoping you adjust to the "time distortion" soon, Lisa

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    1. shaun/tenzenmenNovember 5, 2025 at 8:36 PM

      It's odd that China only uses one time zone and no daylight saving. (Deepseek told me: China did experimentally observe Daylight Saving Time from 1986 to 1991. The practice was implemented to conserve energy, but it was abandoned due to minimal benefits and the confusion it caused.)

      I'm glad I'm in a no DLS country now.

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  5. MarjaNovember 3, 2025 at 11:30 PM

    Oh I know the feeling so well haha We lost an hour end September Luckily I am retired

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  6. brudbergNovember 4, 2025 at 2:13 AM

    It will settle... we changed a week earlier and now it feels like the new normal...

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  7. DoraNovember 4, 2025 at 11:07 AM

    LOL. I know exactly what you mean.

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  8. ben AlexanderNovember 12, 2025 at 3:24 AM

    I really feel this, Lisa — that looping fog and your final question both hit close to home.

    Much love,
    David
    SkepticsKaddish.com

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