Poem 34

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Banter, so aimless

Directed

So anal, yet divergent

What can be done to quench the boredom?

Screen, words, lines and rhymes

What to do when purpose disappears

When all you have to resort to

Is an exchange of thoughts,

Filling the void between the cortex.

What stimulant today?

A poem?

Prose?

Laughter?

Venting?

Or just, leave me alone

Fuck off

I’m bored; I’d like to pout

Pout all I like, think you can stop me?

Just watch.

 

But a hand may reach out,

Lead you in a direction

You have not realized

Unaware you take the challenge

Take the ride

Upon new words

New destinations,

You commit to something new

Words become meaningful,

Playful, you laugh

The pout goes,

A twinkle appears

You reach back

Thank you friend

I like this game,

Time passes.

Now where was I?

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12 Responses to Poem 34

  1. That’s seriously cool! 🙂 🙂

  2. you are growing so much in your work my friend – it is a pleasure to witness.

  3. I love the end, moods are like weather passing lovely work my friend

  4. Anja says:

    I really like this…and I am a self-proclaimed expert on mood changes. 🙂 I am happy to see more confidence in your work because you really are good.

  5. Cubby says:

    Lol love this! A delightful read. 🙂

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