THere's something to be said for commuting via bicycle. Aside from the physical and environmental benefits, there is plenty of time to think, and sometimes, the best ideas come from those moments. For me, at least, it's about finding ways to get those moments for the thoughts to come and take root. This is especially true for writing - whether it's poems, or some prose. It's about the words, true, but it's more about the opportunity to put oneself into that place where inspiration can find you, and find you easily. Maybe that's why I've had a difficult time getting some writing done this month. I will likely never know, precisely, but it's a good solid, "maybe". Anyway, on to the poety!
hours
a car door slams,
a phone rings,
i hear it all through the window,
and normally would not care,
but for the time - one or two or three o'clock in the morning,
and i have to get up soon to go about getting to work on time.
the shouting starts,
it's not angry shouting, but it pulls me back from the stupor that is sleep,
and now i know too much of their lives,
things i never wanted to hear,
now mine to cherish.
and when we see them in the daylight hours,
they greet with the voice that is blissfully unaware
of the damage they cause
a the odd times of day
when they aren't paying attention.
Thanks for reading,
Me
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