Do you hear the people sing?
Yes?
The more i hear
The less i feel.
I keep rubbing
A phantom gland
Maybe muscle memory
Its no aladdin's lamp
All i feel is sore
Crying for once more.
Maybe its not a portal
But a wound
we have overcome
Maybe now its time
To stop hearing
And start listening
Begin once again.
A grown up baby
is not grotesque
Its just groot.
So
Inhale the music
The scent of today!
Get goosebumps
Heck! Even enid blyton
Lets catch smugglers in
Mysterious moors
Please just hold that magnifying glass
Very tight
On the famous five senses
You will be born again
And this time you will dance.
Written for the what's going on? challenge
And PU prompt of beginning again and again.
I can relate to this poem, as I am reducing how much news I ingest, since it is so bad. I love "maybe now it's time to stop hearing and start listening." Wise words.
ReplyDeleteI like the idea of holding the magnifying glass very tight on the five senses. The message for me is to pay attention to things in our own environment. I like the ending: And this time you will dance!! Thanks for participating.
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Maybe muscle memory
Its no aladdin's lamp" . . . "a wound we have overcome." Such good advice follows. We have a chance to let go and to be born again.
Returning to the senses is a good way to center ourselves amid the chaos of the world. A little whimsy always helps too.
ReplyDeleteA neat poem, I relate. Also relate to the picture choice, the lady holding her breast. I have male breast's and find myself holding mine that way also.
ReplyDeleteI really like this poem! Excellent work!
ReplyDeleteBeautifully written, and thought-provoking. If only ...
ReplyDeleteLovely thoughts, well penned.
ReplyDeleteLove "lets catch smugglers in mysterious moors." Gonna go catch me a smuggler!!
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