Music
My kryptonite is music
So much so that a teal tune
sticks in my head all day
until I hear another to replace
I find music in everything
the way the phone rings
how red tea kettle sings
the beat of a flat tire
the crackling of a blue fire
Music in even your snore
funny how you choke stop and hop to a beep bop
The wailing of a baby’s cry
Somber siren yellow and high
Music in the leaky faucet
drumming unique beats in the sink
Music in the way a squirrel
Scampers across the street
Music in chemistry class so loud
That indeed I did drop out
Music in numbers too
They unite to make a sound
If I was a note what would I be
An eighth a quarter C whole mystery
Music can help and hinder my sleep
Influencing my dreams sometimes depriving my sleep
Yes music is my kryptonite
And I say it’s alright.
YOUR KRYPTONITE CONTEST
10/12/2021
SPONSOR ANTHONY BIAANCO
Copyright © Karen Jones | Year Posted 2021
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