It's still today...

It's still today, the list is quiet

The Posters are generally not in the mood
I think, as I check once again,
and again to be sure.
I am still today but my mind is not quiet
My restlessness evident in the repeated checks
On mail received; or not, I find
As the process zips through and there's none,
Not one mail more.
I open a new message and stare at the white;
Surely there must be SOMETHING interesting to write!
Perhaps I can find some way to tell you about my day
But I can't seem to tame the thoughts in a logical way.
Hey, that rhymed!
It's night now and the house is quiet
The days' tasks have come to an end
And the children's energy has too
They're still; well, mostly still
I'm exhausted but not finished yet.
It's raining outside and the street is quiet
No fire-engine sirens with nerve-rending squealing
People running, sighing, gasping 
In disbelief; It happened so fast, the fire
And now all that's left is left wet.
They say it all started in the workshop behind
And no-one was home but the dog; left to mind
The fire fed on much wood, paint and glue
And now my neighbours' house is gone too.
This time, a deliberate rhyme. Ditto.
The town is dark now, my mind still not quiet
Everyone has had a terrible week
Downloaded on me some, too much for one day
I think, my nerves are all tense
Perhaps I need rest.
My mind is not settled, my thoughts are not quiet
I need distraction from the distractions
of the day, that have unsettled my thinking so
I seek closure through exposure to new news
Perhaps that is best?
My day ends with thoughts unresolved, incompleted
All attempts to seek closure and rest were defeated
By the silence around, from the list and from all
And the sombre grey clouds as the drops softly fall.
I am going to bed, to clear my head. I hope.

Rochelle Rober - February 2004


"We each have our own way of living in the world, together we are like a symphony.
Some are the melody, some are the rhythm, some are the harmony
It all blends together, we are like a symphony, and each part is crucial.
We all contribute to the song of life."
...Sondra Williams

We might not always agree; but TOGETHER we will make a difference.


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