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
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