Unrelenting Noise
Prompt: Shouting in the street
I prefer
a purring undertone
as a background noise
like the early morning
murmuring of chickens
in the yard.
There is a contrast
to the shouted chants
coming from the crowd.
It’s a paradox
to discover
that softness
left in droplets
blankets
the unrelenting noise.
I wrote this poem because I started thinking about how we focus on meaningless things in our daily lives, instead of working together to save ourselves from what is essentially the impending doom of the political environment we’re living in.
So I hopped down a poetry rabbit hole:🐰🕳
Questions for you:
Do you have random worries that are meaningless when you look at the bigger picture?
What do you do to help you notice when that’s happening?
If you had a nothing box, what would you do with it?
What rabbit hole do you frequently fall into?
Answer in the comments below.
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"that softness
left in droplets
blankets
the unrelenting noise"
So lovely...
So many rabbit holes, so little time! Getting lost in them takes up other valuable time that I could be living...although when I am writing and researching, those rabbit holes do take me to some amazingly wonderful, fascinating places.
But the wasteful kind, the kind that comes from the chattering monkey brain, is when I obsess with worry about health (mine and those I love), or when I go over and over about something I wish I would have said or should have said at that meeting, or whenever someone makes a comment I disagree with -- or when I fall into the hole of past traumas.
I am working on letting go, every day this work, and stopping that "unrelenting noise." And my cats, and their cat energy, definitely helps me.