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Journaling
by A. Paige White
Center poem? I don't know.
I'm not sure.
I've not written the blasted thing yet.
There's a message
A message on my machine
My handy dandy
I'm not here, so speak some words
Canned to be opened later,
So to speak,
So speak thee well,
Answering machine.
Well, I think I'll center it.
I need some centering done.
I need to center my restless soul as well.
Need some TLC.
Need some 'I bee free'.
Oh yeah, back to the original thought.
There's a message,
A message on my machine.
Gently insistent
"Are you there? Is someone there?
Please talk to me."
Then, heavily accented, "Thank you..."
Words I can't understand,
A pause, Then he begins to sing
In more words I can't understand.
I think it was a blessing song.
I can't be sure what was said.
What a mean thing to do!
In a sweet way, of course.
Now, I'm left to ponder
And wonder about the source.
What did he just say?
A song, enchanting.
I am enchanted.
This unknown person a song chanted
Left for me the song he canned
Foreign accent, denoting foreign land.
Who was he,
This unknown man?
07/22/2006
Author's Note: I can always count on Megan to let me know just what she thinks... Her look was no foreign language to me, followed up with - That's just weird, Mama- after I made her listen to see if she could make out what he was saying...
This one is ongoing, between distractions. Oh wait! Those distractions are in fact, my life. The little hand pulling and tugging on mine, accompanied by a tiny little whining sound, WILL HAVE my attention.
And so he shall.
Posted on 07/22/2006
Copyright © 2024 A. Paige White
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Ashok Sharda on 07/23/06 at 04:12 AM Yes, one is linked better within when ' centered' without. This works the other way round too. The intensity of the impression does attract out attention despite all the chaos and distraction in our external. |
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