Sideways Movement

My goal is not to rise above.  I lack the temperament for that.
I'm seeking nothing more than an escape, some sort of sideways
Movement, from the wife, who, without reason, flies into a fury
When the lids for Tupperware containers are not organized
Exactly as her addled brain would have them; from the grandkids,
One of whom, autistic, clearly, bangs his perforated head against
My chest, and laughs.  The other begs for sustenance of both
Material and moral sorts.  She whines.  I'm not that good with
Whining.  I stare at my pool.  It's green.  In two more days,
We'll have reached summer.  Everything has gone to hell.
I wonder if, at seventy, this might be a good time to die.
That's something I should think about, if ever there's  
Sufficient calm to contemplate such weightly notions.
Currently, there's no such calm, and I, defeated, hectored,
Harried, have no plans to rise above the chaos which
Envelopes me.  I'd merely like to get away.  Some
Sideways movement, nothing more.  I'd be all right
With that.

Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2024-06-19 at 03:05

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Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
Lawrence, I think it is all relative and subjective: relative to the state of your life at the time. and subject to your personal opinion to all the things that contribute to your state of life. I hesitate to say there'd be millions of people who'd happily swap their life with yours because that's so easy to say. Trite even! What I will say is that your words are well chosen, structured and placed, making your poem interesting and emotive to read as an empathetic being. Thanks for sharing. Blessings, Allen
PS: would a blonde with blue eyes make a difference! :)

alarian The PoetBay support member heart!
looking for the future is nice when you have a future!
that's the con of having been an optimistic all his life, now I guess...
and I wonder if heaven in the sky is not a consequence of unconscious optimism
and you don't know if you die with your suffering or if your suffering dies without you ?

as always, I have enjoyed your text, nice flow, nice curves, fine expressions I think you have made on your own