Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart Poet Dramatic Monologue

The Noise

The noise is a wound that won't heal
Vibrations don't let scars take hold
Held by a grip that tightens at will
No mind over matter
Because my mind is its hold

Even when seeing it coming
Light travels faster than sound after all
I can brace for impact but still

Adrenaline is injected
Muscles clench
Shaking starts
Without fail   Again here I go

It is simply a noise     I know
     Still
car horns leave me screaming
bus brakes I am squealing
when my lover does dishes
   I cringe     taking cover

     Still

  The Noise
isn't all noise
Again my mind is its hold
  be it threat or loss of control
Not all noise is my foe
fireworks and thunder are spared
and the right beat at the right time can be blared

but I have been concussed was
knocked out for three days 
cussed at on my bike
blaring horns two decades

So I ask you to   Please keep it down
and one more thing please

  please

no parrots please.




For The Noise contest Hosted by Shadow Hamilton
Composed in the wee hours of March 6th 2017

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Jeff Connelly March 9, 2019 at 8:19 PM I travelled back to read this one. The tragedy of sound, but the ending dumps everything upside down. What I find amazing is the hundreds of people who have read your poems. Well I'm not amazed. you're a great poet Maureen. I have one poem that no one has read, not plugging that you should. I just can't imagine hundreds of views. Hats of to you Maureen, sincerely. Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart March 10, 2019 at 8:04 AM A sincere and gracious thank you my friend. xomo Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart March 10, 2019 at 8:03 AM Oh, this one! Reading this again is weird, I know so much more now about what is going on in my brain, and I believe I have grown up some as a poet too. That's a couple of years to get that many reads, and you never know which of your poems people are really going to like, poems really do have a life of their own. You just got here, your reads will come my friend, just keep on keeping on...

Darren White April 16, 2017 at 4:23 AM Noise.. for an autist like I am, noise is pain, so I understand that completely. Congrats with this one, ma mo, hugs. Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart April 16, 2017 at 7:15 AM Yes you do, thank you dear Piroet, hugs to you! ton mo xo

Joseph May March 19, 2017 at 12:23 PM Nicely done Maureen..Congrats on your win Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart March 19, 2017 at 1:33 PM Thank you Joseph :)

Shadow Hamilton March 19, 2017 at 11:22 AM love the humour Maureen congrats on placing hugs Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart March 19, 2017 at 1:32 PM Thank you Shadow! Yah, my funny bone is about the only bone I haven't broken ;) mo!

Charlie Smith March 19, 2017 at 8:59 AM Great going Maureen, congratulations... Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart March 19, 2017 at 9:14 AM Thank you Charlie! :)

Freddie Robinson Jr. March 8, 2017 at 1:47 PM Oh, those pesky repeaters of noise, Maureen. Keep dem parrots away, eh. Mighty fine bio poem. Love the verve and the swag of this poem. Suits your skin well. Here's love w/a 7! Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart March 8, 2017 at 2:18 PM Thank you Freddie! I am blessed by your visits :) mo love and mo hugs!

Jeanie Bennett March 6, 2017 at 6:01 PM Really like this one Maureen !! xoxo ~~ Jeanie ~~ Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart March 7, 2017 at 11:29 PM :) Ty Jeanie! xomo