There is noise in this house,
my mind
extreme roaring like
lions and rockets
it brandishes its false bravado across the valley
and loses me
branch to branch like a monkey
the external being is neatly fooled
by stimulants,
touch and wine
by a bouncing, noisy love that
travels, wrapped in blankets
huddled in big eyes
dancing across smiles and swinging
hand to hand on frightened squeals
this morning the band
is set to screamer
when I would sincerely
prefer Vivaldi
There are so few poets whose work I love, where I know before reading that I will love what is waiting. I so love your poetry. Thank you for writing. I don’t say enough how much I love each one. Your poetry belongs on the walls of museums.
peace,
Charlie
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Thanks Charlie, I really appreciate the positive feedback, it is inspiring and gives me a wonderful buzz.
and the poem this morning was purely therapeutic!
love Arna
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“this morning the band
is set to screamer”
Ouch! How I hate those mornings.
Love this poem. 🙂
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Thanks Holly xxx
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oh wow, feel honoured, much love x
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terrific words!!! Cheers Nonoy Manga
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Thankyou very much! xxx
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I too would prefer Vivaldi in the morning…so enjoyed the poem.
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easier to stomach than wheetbix screeching for sure! x
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Terrific. k.
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than K S! xx
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There is always noise in my head, and today…not much has been able to distract me from it. Those big eyed huddlers sure can make a racket, too. Mine has driven me stark raving mad today, and I am uncharacteristically glad to have him in bed. 😉
*clinking my glass of red stimulants against yours*
I agree with addpresence. I wait ever so patiently for a new poem for you, and know in advance that I am going to absolutely love it. Devour it, even. Thank you for the fix.
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had to hold off on the red at dawn 🙂 …although….. instead we went crazy on the town, bought second hand train sets and smoothies . flew to heaven on the swings, cowered from big yellow dogs and straggled across the busy streets! definietl had enough now and am watching evening smoothly roll toward me with the offer of a warm red and a cool pillow.
I am glad you like my poems they seek mind homes exactly like yours x
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love the twist and turns
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Thankyou, that is how my mind felt actually twisted and turning! peaceful now though!
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🙂 glad to hear that
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Ah, I really wanted to say something positive about this piece – apparently though my mind is unable to fathom a known word to describe the unique joyful feeling that this poem caused within me. Very nice 😀
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oh fabulous! love your receptive being xx
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i guess when life gives you screams, start blaring Vivaldi. 🙂
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hah yes turn the vivaldi UP …not sure it would work…..might turn into just more noise!
maybe on a metaphoric level.. x
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I like your drawings! so good! You have such a “free” (I hope that I can say in English like that) brush strokes!
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said perfectly well and sweet compliment received! xx
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Marvelous contrasts yet symmetry ! Love your drawings and choice of music! You might equally enjoy the following ~Respighi – Trittico Botticelliano (1/3) – La primavera
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thankyou I will take a look….it sounds familiar…my father had given me a pile of cd’s and i suspect this may be among them!
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i found it ! certainly a joyful piece!
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Great poetry! Thank you for following my blog, I genuinely appreciate your support 🙂 Please visit http://www.creativeEyeKandi.com for more cake pictures and other art. thank you again!
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:-))
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