In the Background

Discouragement
always mutters
his innuendo
in the background,
subtle and sibilant,
a cold steady rain
beyond the sky-black glass
of my two-room flat.
I'm half-aware of it,
its whisper, its seethe,
as I listen to music,
say my beads, or
tidy dusty corners
of the bedroom.





Poetry by Tommo The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2021-06-03 at 12:21

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Yayāti
Sometimes we need to shut that "discouragement muttering in the background," our own inner critic. I'd like to tell it that it's imaginary even though it's there -- "whispering & seething." Very well writ, Tom. A pleasure to read.
2021-06-06


jim The PoetBay support member heart!
I wasn't going to comment on this, though I wanted to. I have background mutterings, not discouragement, but something akin. You expressed it so well, perhaps too well for me. I had to leave it alone, and now come back to it.

Poetry has a way of doing what it's supposed to do, dig in deep. This one did.
2021-06-04


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
The bastard! Somehow, he has time to lurk around here, too.
2021-06-03