Angela Crabtree Poet Rhyme

Quietude

Silent voices on the outside of my head
inner cries of speechless thoughts tread
speaking not of my neat puzzle mere
it does no harm to maintain that in here
no longer pronouncing idiosyncrasies
they're just a hype never felt by guarantees
I'll heed my disarm in rhythmic chant
quietly through the waves of times pant
waking up gets me disoriented with doubt
I need not nap and slumber when it's a dark drought
receiving compliments I'll agree with gratitude
no matter what torrid sounds develop in brood
harnessing private reasoning into rooted consent
even if subconsciousness is where it stems augment
breaking the boundaries of what I expect of myself
and living a life of rational progress for once as oneself

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Paul Callus November 24, 2020 at 2:13 AM This is technically and poetically striking and impressive, Angela. Moments of solitude are necessary for meditation, reorganizing out thoughts, and to recharge our batteries. ~ Regards // paul Angela Crabtree November 24, 2020 at 10:42 AM Thank you, Paul. I like to sit back and reflect on occasion :)

Susan Ashley November 22, 2020 at 6:03 PM Angie, I adore your artistry, both in your amazing imagery and excellent rhymes. I admire your creative skills and poetic expression.. I especially loved: "I'll heed my disarm in rhythmic chant / quietly through the waves of times pant" - though every line is to be treasured in this gem. Simply stunning! Warmest wishes, my friend.. ~Susan Angela Crabtree November 22, 2020 at 9:15 PM Thank you, Susan :)

Vijay Pandit November 22, 2020 at 5:24 AM We hear and learn much in moments of silence..reflective thoughts, Angela. Angela Crabtree November 22, 2020 at 9:14 PM Thank you, Vijay :)

Victor Buhagiar November 21, 2020 at 11:02 PM You live in serenity, nothing can perturb you. Quite is always essential. Great introspective poem. ~~ Angela Crabtree November 22, 2020 at 9:14 PM Thank you, Victor :)