I stir, accusing the moving toward sunlight.
A day loaded up with musings on the gunfight.
It's been a day brimming with unconventionality.
I sustain on hammering against things in my memory.
As yet lying, endeavoring courageously to feel at peace.
I'm frightened to exist in a condition of entreats.
Indeed, even depression can't communicate the sensation.
Or where pride is by all accounts going in the proper position.
My giggling is an impression of my dread.
Somewhere inside, my eyes motivate mend.
It passes on a troubling feeling of melancholy.
I put on a glowing face to conceal my anxiety.
Euphoria is startling in my universe.
I'm a tree in the ocean or even worse.
Written: October 1st, 2021
Categories:
unconventionality, analogy, appreciation, best friend,
Form: Sonnet
"Temper your enthusiasm,"
She said,
"The extremes of your reactions;
You should have
A more conventional frame
On which to hang
Your unconventionality."
"Don't push people,"
She said,
"You make yourself vulnerable."
She told me not to rhapsodise,
That it would be difficult,
Impossible, perhaps,
For me to harness my dynamism.
The tone of my work,
She said,
Is often a little dubious.
She said
She thought
That there was something wrong.
That I'm hiding
Some sad
Dark secret from the world.
"Temper your enthusiasm,"
She said,
"The extremes of your reactions;
You should have
A more conventional frame
On which to hang
Your unconventionality."
("Some Sad Dark Secret" was inspired by words once spoken to me by a former tutor and mentor of mine in around 1982 or '83. And my own perhaps partly fantastical reflections on them.)
Categories:
unconventionality, dark, life, memory, mentor,
Form: Free verse
Two o'clock pm
best time ever for a nap
eyes glazing over.
Maybe some coffee
will ward off the impending
risk to my income.
Twenty short minutes
of break from office spinnits
would help me perform.
Unfortunately
unconventionality
is workplacely scorned.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Written by Nancy Jones between naps on Saturday, August 20, 2011
Categories:
unconventionality, work,
Form: I do not know?