Tuesday, December 27, 2011

Long Day, Hot Shower

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.

19 comments:

  1. Nice poem. beautifully penned :)

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  2. This is superb. I loved the flow of the poem, it was so smooth and simple.
    Thanks for following :)

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  3. Hi you have a beautiful space for the new year arrives that your wishes are fulfilled happy holidays, happy new year 2012!.
    A hug.

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  4. how perfectly you have describe the relieve one gets from hot shower. Awesome :)

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  5. Yep. A hot shower will do that to me, too.
    Have a happy new year!

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  6. long day hot shower indeed mr.

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  7. I can't discuss in-depth as I'm not a poetic soul but I like it!

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  8. Amazing, as always.

    I'd say more, but unfortunately every time I comment on poetry I end up sounding like I might be related to the Kardashians.

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  9. good for you!
    Déjà vu rescued you out of the infinetly surd and your disablement is over.
    Good poem Sir!

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  10. Mmmm. I agree. A hot shower melts all the pain away on any given day. (HEY! That rhymed! ...I'm a freaking genius. :P )

    I 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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  11. going to say hello and wish
    Have a happy weekend.
    a hug.

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    have a nice day…. Keep in touch …. Kiss Jeasmine

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  13. 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!

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  14. Very nicely done. I can feel your words.

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  15. Some days require wings... some days, a transporter...
    :)

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  16. Nothing a good, long hot shower can't cure. You captured the feelings well.

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