Poem -

Calm

Eyes snap open, alarm!
Someone else's voice, a calm.

 

The light of the daytime gets me in such a state 

I'm barely me anymore.

 

The grass beside the sidewalk bleeds greasy

Allergies where I walk.

 

Why am I bored? Am I intelligent, am I so rubbed 

   raw of my own sensibility?

 

Can I distinguish between these two things?

Thinking is only necessary because of the love 

 

I have for you in the first place.

Do the cars park there because I hate them

 

And feel there are too many of them, like humans?

One car for every person leaves me feeling 

 

They all are so selfish. It is not necessary.

Will meat help me think? An idea! 

I will write of misery. Then occasionally 

There is a big calm. It is when I hear your voice 

 

And it soothes me as water soothes stones.

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Shirley Harrison

Such emotion and a very suprise ending, beautifully done also bittersweet, stones aren't usually soft. 🌹 I see you Rory. 

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Rory McGinlay

Little change at the end, have another quick look. Thank you, as always, for your feedback 

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Shirley Harrison

Ah, so I was right, this is beautiful. Now it makes me smile, and yes calming. 🌹 

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Being Me

Oh...the someone who calms troubled waters! We all need one of those! A fabulous poem. Well written and composed x

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Marion

I did miss it as you said, terrific Rory. Its like being in the brain of a worn out depressed soul... maybe like my own brain ... but only you have the gift to articulate the unspeakable. I like that x

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