| Music – Low Key |
| Innerness I don’t tend, To pen, My thoughts randomly much anymore, … it’s not so much a case of what for, More perhaps along the line of when, Am l to find the time to freely pen, … my loosened thoughts? I am so tired these days, And it’s not just tiredness, but a yearning, … a desire for something l cannot have. And will never have, That is something which l can no longer Freely discuss. I don’t have an outlet, to talk and converse about that, The what? Aye, the that which l do not discuss anymore. The side of me that people don’t know, The places where my mind drifts to and goes, when not trapped inside the innerness of Me. It’s not that l have run dry of words, That would be absurd! More like the absence of lines, … the missing rhymes, Arises from the shallowness of time. Rory Matier © 2023 |
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…the shallowness of time… that phrase says it all…
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Superb poem, Rory! The last line speaks volumes! Bravo!
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Thank you Eugenia, doesn’t it just.
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My pleasure, Rory.
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Ah, the illusion of time.
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You’re a very talented writer my friend.
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You are very kind 🙂
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Just telling it as it is. 😍
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A wonderful poem which is very relatable!
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Hey Christine, yes l think many can relate – many thanks 🙂
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