Viral Thoughts

Sifting through importance,
brain an old cash register
pinging thoughts
ringing up solutions.

Am I locked?
Am I down?
Operational within
my circumferent world.

Where is normality?
It lurks in the distance
of sociability,
a waiting game.

Thoughts queue,
I queue,
for scarcity
of necessity.

Listening to the absence
of usual white noise,
I hear,

Poetry by shells
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Written on 2020-04-30 at 00:24

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Hans Bump The PoetBay support member heart!
So good I just want to sit with it for awhile. Double bookmarked!

Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
This is a wonderful poem, so many sparkling facets.

Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
It is a strange time, so many emotions and feelings - each day, I dust off my brain and sift through, finding little treasures and thoughts - no two days the same - I love the cash register - I remember well those pings!

Elle x

Thomas D The PoetBay support member heart!
I love "circumferent"! Also love the brain as cash register, the playing with the "social distance" phrase, and the ending. Brava!

one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
This must be a day for reflection.