In the Background

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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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.

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.

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