his innuendo
in the background,
sinister, sibilant,
steady rain beyond

the sky-black glass
of my two-room flat.

I hear the whisper,
I feel the seethe
as I listen to music,
tell my beads, or
sweep dust from corners
of the bedroom.

Poetry by Uncle Meridian The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2022-04-20 at 08:05

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me too, I've lived this, haunting. your poems spotted me right on and leave me with prayers unsaid. We, humans don't reflect the same kind of energy both legs on earth. Do Walls not only listen but speak?

Not wanting discouragement or insinuation and defintiley abhor innuendo... sounds like a nonverbal gaslighter. And always, always the dust... they reproduce like rabbits.

D G Moody The PoetBay support member heart!
I saw him down at Costco, fondling the Aubergines
I though he was a peculiar fella
much less than he seemed.

Getting serious, a short poem with some subtle sibilance.

Nice one Tom

LacyxDevine The PoetBay support member heart!
I know that guy too, he must be a well-traveled one.

Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
I know that guy. He hangs around here when he's not at your place.