Today I was muted by the infinitely
surd.
Today I sat motionless and couldn’t
say a word.
Today was another gray, planetary
herd.
Today I’d rather be a migratory
bird.
Today I slaved at the construction
site.
Today I created another good fight.
Today I accepted the dying of the
light.
Today I don’t know wrong from
right.
Today I came home with cauterized
wounds,
Only to be deafened by a deluge of
sound.
Hot water hit me and lifted this
doom.
Déjà vu, a pattern of distorted
womb dreams,
Freed my soul,
And enabled me to grow wings.
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Nice poem. beautifully penned :)
ReplyDeleteThis is superb. I loved the flow of the poem, it was so smooth and simple.
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how perfectly you have describe the relieve one gets from hot shower. Awesome :)
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Yep. A hot shower will do that to me, too.
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long day hot shower indeed mr.
ReplyDeleteI can't discuss in-depth as I'm not a poetic soul but I like it!
ReplyDeleteWow... =) it's amazing..
ReplyDeleteAmazing, as always.
ReplyDeleteI'd say more, but unfortunately every time I comment on poetry I end up sounding like I might be related to the Kardashians.
good for you!
ReplyDeleteDéjà vu rescued you out of the infinetly surd and your disablement is over.
Good poem Sir!
Mmmm. I agree. A hot shower melts all the pain away on any given day. (HEY! That rhymed! ...I'm a freaking genius. :P )
ReplyDeleteI prefer hot bubble baths. I like the water so scalding hot my skin feels as though just may blister but then barely doesn't. I like it so hot I can think of nothing but the heat of the water and my surviving it for one more minute. Then another minute. Until I can sit there with a book. (Charles Dickens' Oliver Twist tonight) I sit there until the water turns cold. A hour maybe?
I adore the line in your poem about womb dreams and deja vu. Sometimes I forget that others experience those kinds of things too.
Your poem is lovely. Thanks. :)
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a hug.
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That's exactly how I feel when I get into a hot shower at the end of a long and frustrating day. It's a whole world of your very own!
ReplyDeleteVery nicely done. I can feel your words.
ReplyDeleteWell done. Very well done.
ReplyDeleteSome days require wings... some days, a transporter...
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Nothing a good, long hot shower can't cure. You captured the feelings well.
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