Recurrent.

by Poet on the Piano   May 4, 2019


No matter how much I sleep,
I can't catch up.
My body still croaks and ages
like oak in a windstorm.
My mind never has the right
waves, the gentle solutions
to ease this dull ache.

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  • 3 years ago

    by nouriguess

    I know what it's like to be all worn out, even though you're fighting hard, but feeling like you'll never get there.

  • 4 years ago

    by The Poet Behind The Poems

    its amazing how much you can pack into a short poem, I like the use of oak in a windstorm.

    as always you penned a beauty here.

  • 4 years ago

    by Dagmar Wilson

    I love short poems and I love this one. So much said in a few lines. All the very best

  • 4 years ago

    by Star

    I love heavy short poems!!
    And I may be repeating what’s been already said, but I do love the simile here as well; the feeling is brought up and conveyed very easily with it.

    “My mind never has the right
    waves,”
    ^
    The word “never” here left me wondering, how long has it been or have you ever been in ease?
    I have been reminded of many things, one of which is insomnia.. Something many people go through and is just like the windstorm that affects ones day.

    Very short for being this deep. I love this MA, I also wish Ben had a nomination left :)

  • 4 years ago

    by Ben Pickard

    Firstly, I wish I had a nomination left. Secondly, "My body still croaks and ages like oak in a windstorm" really is a wonderful simile, MA.
    I do know this feeling. Sometimes, you have to wonder if life is quite as easy as it should be...

    Take care and stay well.

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