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  • Poem: The Grumbling Instability – 30/04/20

    Poem: The Grumbling Instability – 30/04/20

    Instability,
    a grumbling temperament grows,
    like rolling waves crashing on suicidal rocks,
    the aftermath is broken froth,
    a bubbling foam of doom.
     
    But there is no true destruction yet,
    the cascading curling of blue
    promised a cushioned fall,
    one where anger and misjudgement
    could press or
    roll away
    those points of migraines elsewhere.
     
    The headaches which can coexist
    when communication is unstable
    can mutually present
    persisting annoyance –
    how to return to how the moods
    once were?
     
    The light-hearted livelihood,
    the bright, jovial moments
    which were frequently had?
     
    I can see a path;
    I can envisage a line of dance
    in which temperamental or
    agitated thoughts no longer
    need to rise and flit,
     
    no reactionary measures,
    self-defensive songs or tunes,
    just easy going,
    casual conversation,
    won’t the present tension ease itself soon?
     
    Then there can be that wonderful chatter,
    banter without being bogged down
    by irritation at what was or may have
    been meant,
     
    alluded to,
    insinuated,
    perhaps it’s read into far too much –
    what is desired is for discourse
    to return to how it once was.
     
    Then peace making is spoken of,
    we lay down our arms,
    our bitter, sharp, jaded words,
    our underlying sarcasm,
    our clipped mannerisms,
     
    we relearn how to speak with softness,
    with the delicacy that comes with the embrace
    of well-chosen words,
    we return to being kinder and remembering why
    these conversations are undertaken.  
     
    A stability now present,
    we have combed out the tangles,
    the mane of conversation is thick,
    lush,
    lustrous and wanted,
    
    we discuss the darnedest of things,
    shimmer with a joyful, playful mood,
    and suddenly gone is the negativity
    which had crept into
    each other's respective mental rooms.
    
    © 2020 Lauren M. Hancock. All rights reserved.
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