Torrent Rising
The bass of the speakers
makes my heart change rhythm
and I am old, and uncomfortable
with crowded people
hurting me with their rudeness
and sharp elbows.
So I find a quiet spot
where I can hear the music
de-obnoxious-fied.
I wonder why I’m even here
and I’m answered when
the band starts playing
blued, and blue notes
but it’s only for one song
as crisp lightning shatters the sky.
And then, it’s just you and me
and a handful of young girls
who all want your attention,
and I don’t want to be them,
but I don’t want to leave,
for I, too, still have dreams.
And so I dance up into the sky
with the memory of a song
not played
and the storm makes me beautiful enough
for me.
–Willow Croft
Wow, that was so evocative and lovely!
Wow, thank you for commenting…and reading! My humble tribute to one of my favourite bands, whose show got cancelled last night, due to weather.
Beautiful.
Thank you for reading…
I’m glad you enjoyed it…
this is so beautiful.
Love the passage through alienation to determination to self-actualisation – and de-obnoxious-fied? In the dictionary, now place.
Awesome re: dictionary! And, of course, it was not the poem I originally sat down to write, but I definitely liked this one better, if I do say so myself. *laughs*
Superb! Is that going into a collection?
Why, thank you. And, maybe someday. When I win the lottery!
Creative!
Hey, thanks! And thanks for following!
Thank you 😊
Great!
Thanks for reading…that’s awesome!
Welcome!
lovely.
Thank you…
Nice poem! It reminds me of something I read lately, that your heart rate slows or speeds depending on what kind of music you’re listening to.
Cool! I’ll have to look into that…
Willow, you are truly an extraordinary poet. xoxoxox
I really appreciate the supportive comments…thank you. xoxoxo
Wonderfully expressed. Loved the coined phrase”de-obnoxious-fied.”
Thanks for reading…how are you doing these days?
Such a lovely poem.
Gwen.
Wow, that means a lot from a fantastic poet such as yourself…thanks for reading!