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 months 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.

  • 3 months ago

    by Dagmar Wilson

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

  • 3 months 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 :)

  • 3 months 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.

  • 3 months ago

    by Daniel

    I love the simple but effective simile of a tree in a storm. This poem has three quite different stages. I like how it builds from concrete to abstract in such a short time. Beautifully worded and unfortunately so relatable...

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