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Sequestration

I never told anyone how my ears reverberate in a silent room. The whirring drone ever present, a conquistador of my private spaces. This is my cohabitation with an industrial generator. But I’ve graduated from the torment. My attitude detours trance-like into pockets of thought. It is either that or delirium. I never told anyone, despite incessant resounding Cochlea, despite a wanting of tactile tenderness, despite the moments of exhausted weariness, I better decrypt my indwelling meanings alone. I never told anyone how solitude is my comfortable companion. Seclusion proffers reverie’s cloak. Privacy presents composure’s cerebration. But I’m no Anthony of Egypt or Henry David Thoreau. Maybe it’s more like autism. I just seek seclusion’s familiar order. Of course this mandated separation perturbs some. I too endure this screen time remoteness, this appearance of presence, this boundary to proximity. I never told anyone. More cataclysmic, the untold millions. The gnawing stomachs of jobless workers. Cretins and charlatans forecast economic happy talk. But more menacing yet, the insidious microbe. the roving ghostly affliction. No, I never told anyone. Wave upon wave of the necessitous sea washes up on forbidding shores. This is not a time for poems of scented candles and sweetened tea. I never told anyone how in dead reckoning I reckon with death. Paroxysms assault my sullen sleep. Dirge beckoning summons my figment depths, where I contrive dying, a rehearsal assuaging angst. I never told anyone. There is a hubris among pretentious egomaniacs. They are snarling libertarians in romantic defiance. Their lethal infections kill anyone. Yet, words of warning evaporate on the breeze, Their narcissistic America forgot goodwill. But how do I thank Asclepius? All his careful nervy heroes on the frontlines, all his alleviating exemplars of the pestilence, a masked army of social sanity asking nothing, while risking their élan vital daily. Yes, they too measure our specie’s advancement. I never told anyone. I listen again to the requiem. Death robs so thoughtlessly. Somber inflections intone as coffins of mothers, sons and sisters file past. They were once neonates leaping and laughing. They were once wise grandmothers full of humanity. They were once fathers working two jobs to survive. I never told anyone. I never told anyone how effusive morning sunlight floods my windows. Now we have passed into the season of sowing. Our confinement lets animals claim our cities. Our shutdown cleans air better than regulation. I live another allergic seedtime, hankering to wring out wet eyes. Now, my years are shorter while each day gets longer. I lose myself in the in the pages of richer more studious minds. My head severed between sequestered meanderings and resonating inescapable ears, my whirring drone a conquistador of my private spaces. This is my cohabitation with an industrial generator. I know now, my modest life is but a diversion. My acuity is held hostage as COVID-19 smokes us out. No, I never told anyone.

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Date: 11/5/2020 6:50:00 PM
Great poem. Many layers of sounds and solitude. Sympathies for your tinnitus. Perhaps you should send this poem to tinnitus society? No one knows the silent sufferings of these ‘invisible to the eye’ diseases. Keep writing! Great poetry
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Thomas Wells
Date: 11/6/2020 11:56:00 AM
Hi rena, Thanks so much! I never considered sending this to The Tinnitus Society. It's an interesting suggestion. I will look into it! Be well and keep writing.
Date: 11/4/2020 7:31:00 PM
This is outstanding. It works vividly as a window into your world. I used to sometimes suffer from tinnitus as a child when I went deaf for a while, so I know something of how that feels. It is very poignant how you speak of solitude by choice versus sadness at how COVID19 has forced all of humanity to stay away from one another. It deserves to be read out in schools. Thank you for sharing this with us.
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Date: 11/4/2020 8:30:00 PM
Hi Sara, Thank you for such high praise! My tinnitus began in early my 20s. I am now 69. I wear hearing aides most of the time now due to hearing loss. I am grateful to be able to compose poetry that holds value for others. Have a great evening!
Date: 11/4/2020 12:52:00 PM
Truly amazing expressions of how many feel but never told anyone. This is a masterpiece of feelings. Brilliant piece, Thomas.
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Date: 11/4/2020 4:27:00 PM
Hello Franci, Your words inspire me to keep writing. Thank you so much for your praise! Have a great evening.
Date: 11/4/2020 10:48:00 AM
Thomas, you have composed a rich panoply of images with wonderful metaphors and an exquisite vocabulary! I loved the poem and have read it several times. Interesting that you "never told anyone," but have opened up the windows to us. Thrilled for you for this incredible piece of work. I can hardly wait to read some more of your work.
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Date: 11/4/2020 11:15:00 AM
Thank you LMilton! It means so much to learn that others want to read my poetry. Have a wonderful day.
Date: 8/18/2020 9:15:00 AM
Beautiful poem. I will be sharing this!
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Date: 8/18/2020 7:47:00 PM
Hello Honora, I am so glad you like it. Thank you! Have a great day.
Date: 5/6/2020 9:17:00 AM
"Our shutdown cleans air better than regulation," - especially with this Dollar-Bills-in-Eyes president. Paz! Health & well-being (Pens are mighty, still)
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Date: 5/17/2020 10:54:00 PM
(LoL) Thank you again, good friend! I always enjoy your comments!
Date: 5/6/2020 5:57:00 AM
"Cretins and charlatans forecast economic happy talk. But more menacing yet, the insidious microbe. " - You have nailed this exact situation so enormously well. I guess you have told us now; anyway, your pen has.
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Date: 5/17/2020 10:53:00 PM
Thanks for your thoughtful praise!
Date: 5/6/2020 4:59:00 AM
Shalom, shalom ... yes, everyday heroes in necessary battles. I have lived alone 10 years now, & a lady friend cannot get it. I am able to pray any hour I get up ... & usually singing the LORD'S PRAYER. I hear you about the generators, or one time for me, AC, or cats mating aggressively & loudly. (Forgive me:sit criss-cross-apple-sauce & do slow, deep breathing ... and warm H2o with a teaspoon apple cider vinegar - my girlfriends each night). Thanx 4SURVIVING & THRIVING ... kudos to U & r genes.
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