Shout
By jfarrell
I shout a lot;
At the radio, at my cats
At myself.
There hasn’t been anyone to talk to
For a very long time,
So, I shout at my radio.
In my isolation
I shout, just so I can hear me
Because the silence is deafening.
Unspoken conversations run through my head
With real people;
Real people ignorant of my existence.
I watch people
Yap, yap, yap,
All day long.
I may not talk to people;
But, what I see,
Other people don’t talk to each other either;
They just yap, yap, yap;
Shouting at my radio
Probably makes for a better conversation.
Conversational Airs
.
Fill the atmosphere and make it hard to hear
the stars glow or the sands whisper. Too many
voices lead to chaos and no one can reason
or believe straight for long. Interference as talk
or nonsense as conversation equals mostly
the way it works so rightly or wrongly.
.
Eventually, the voices land on a topic that
does not require shorthand or signals, sounds
or grunts that earn agreement. If something
relevant is said twice a day in any country
then we will have suceeded as humans.
.
:D
sadly, thats too true, so
sadly, thats too true, so totally profound and an amazingly good poem :-)