Terry Ireland Poet Rhyme

A Poem Not To Be Read

The conversation flows around me,
A misplaced rock in a stream,
A cloud on the horizon,
A fly in the jug oh cream,
A walking stick against the wall,
Propped there unheeded 
Carried along by habit
But not really needed.

The conversation flows around me.
It’s not that I don’t care,
It’s just events people places
From before I was ever there.
Another cup of tea,
Thank you for asking but no
I feel in a desperate state of figure
And I really just want to go.

The conversation flows around me
It seems so unreal
And I haven’t got the courage
To tell you how I feel.
The fly on the kitchen wall
Unintentionally unheeded
There for convention but
Really just not needed.

The conversation flows around me
In this second stab at life
To tell you how I feel like wielding 
A blunt assassin’s knife
So I smile on demand
Just hoping you don’t know
Just how pleased I am
When it’s time for us to go.

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clare barclay July 25, 2024 at 9:03 PM I really enjoyed reading this

Ilene Bauer July 22, 2024 at 1:15 PM oh, i've missed your poetry, terry! i'm glad i ignored the title and read on. i can feel and relate to the emotions you describe so very well here... Terry Ireland July 25, 2024 at 7:18 AM Thank you Ilene - what a lovely thing to say. A title to remind me not to let certain people read, only little niggle in an otherwise perfect life.