Life in Poetry
Aug. 21, 2022
Eyelid hinges squeak tiredness on opening,a child cries early morning hunger pangs,a dad groans as he looks to allay those tears.Young boys stretch long, engrossed in their tablets.Touch needs are enlivened by sensualcaress, as bed creaks to rising body.A sink outlet gurgles in response,house symphonics swell with heating pipes.The trek downstairs is slow, noised by crockeryand cutlery, the spillingout of cereal and milk and tea:humans crawling from their inertia.So begins another Sunday morningthat elders look upon with smiling gratitude.
This is beautiful Peter. Such familiarity and gentleness. Thank you!
25.11 | 22:15
Grief is experience through the mundane. Simple but powerful. The accompanying image really compliments the poem.
07.11 | 11:14
A great observation! Social media can be a scary place... I also need to reduce my time there
06.11 | 16:24
A great one, Peter, in the context you describe. I don't read social media myself, I doubt my equilibrium could stand it. 'The balance of his mind disturbed' yes, I think it would be.
06.11 | 15:59
Yes, gossip is a weapon of mass destruction.
In my business as well as personal life I have zero tolerance.
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