Lawrence Sharp Poet Free verse

I Can Hear It

I can hear it.
I cannot see it, I'd rather not.
I'd rather not know.
Voices of reason, frightful howls,
chatter that gives some away.
It is so easily grasped
on the other side of the room
or in the centre of the room
while I stay in a trusty corner.
My corner gives me space to recede 
from the centre of the room
or from the other side of the room,
so I recede, and I'd rather not see.
The details are not clear
but they're giving a lot of it away,
I more or less know.
I cannot see it, I will not look.
But God, how clearly I can hear !

17th July 2018

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Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart July 19, 2018 at 8:37 PM Gripping (my chair, in the far corner) ;) xomo

Richard Lamoureux July 18, 2018 at 9:04 AM This is really good. The corner does offer its own perspective. This who occupy the centre of the room need to be seen while those in the corners prefer to observe. I have always liked corner people. Lawrence Sharp August 11, 2018 at 3:01 AM I may be both, and/or neither.

Lyric Man July 18, 2018 at 8:22 AM The voices of reason in ones head can be loud and relentless!