Music – Low Key



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

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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Earthly Comforts is a wildlife journaling scrapbook focusing on the countryside, wildlife biodiversity and environmental conservation, flora and fauna volunteering projects, gardening, composting and vermiculture, inspiration, poetry and photography.

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