he doesn’t overly care for visitors
is awkward in the hosting role
doesn’t know where to put people
what to serve them or when
how to ensure they feel welcome
and are catered for
it is a long standing problem
a sense of inadequacy
that goes back as far in his life
as memory will take him
even when among those who are as close
as the feeling of skin
rubbed between two fingertips
he is overwhelmed by his own irrationality
regarding standards and decorum
when he visits others
he expects little
a seat placed out of harms way
some conversation
and to be tolerated
a shivering stray
periodically embraced and warmed
then released intact
if at a gathering
he gradually becomes translucent
engages in slips of conversation
but attends the corners
the outskirts of the crowd
alone and uncomfortable
tenuous
half-dazed until he can escape
be alone for a moment
draw a deep breath
ease the tautness
he likes people
observes them closely
drinks them in
and knows the urge to be of them
but finds no assurance
mistrusts linkages
leans towards the safety of a solitaire
and tends to not encourage visitors
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it is quiet here today
the place next door is vacant
neighbours are at work
the traffic is nowhere near
sometimes when it’s like this
I can almost imagine the sound
of a ray of sunshine
falling to earth
a warm sound
felt rather than heard
the house is freshly clean
everything newly in its place
I’ve noticed that tidiness exudes silence
eased only with the misplacement of objects
and return to a semblance
of interactive residence
I don’t cope well with tidiness
the washing went on the line early
although already over a day old
memory for tasks is elusive
and one day can seem very like another
the mail is in
and I have circled the yard
front and back
to assess the progress of grass in the lawn
weed in the garden beds
lunch has been taken
it’s so quiet
only my thoughts are loud
and my heartbeat
I could wish
almost wish
that someone might drop by
© Frank Prem, 2017
Poem #05: vetting for the ramen restaurant
17/01/18
Stunning insight into yourself and your surroundings. I would love to stop by. But then again….
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Yes, then again … LOL
Glad you enjoyed.
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🙂
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“sometimes when it’s like this
I can almost imagine the sound
of a ray of sunshine
falling to earth
a warm sound
felt rather than heard”
beautiful piece Frank!
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Thank you. I’m glad you enjoyed it.
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I know what you mean, I love seclusion but then I loved to have family visit and then go home!
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Visitors and fish, I think they say – 2 days max.
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Candid and penetrating! 🙂
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Thank you Tom. Being around other people can have its issues.
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Today my writing mentioned visitors as well. Your poem touched me in its uneasiness. 🙂
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Thank you. You’ve written a very powerful piece of your own. Well done.
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