A Learning Process

Exhausted by the pressure
to keep up with the news
I chose instead to listen
to the birds and squirrels
cheating each other out of
hanging feed and stray seeds.

I drew no relief from that so instead
I went to the park and lay on the grass
as far from all other beings as I could
but still the clouds warred above me
and struck out the sun.

Back home I opened a novel
and the words danced and wrestled
so fiercely I could not follow them
where they were going. 

I opened a blank book
to try and tame my own words.
There were only a few at first
which soon enough followed the others
into the tangled woods where I lost them.

There was a guitar on the wall. 
There were my hands out on the ends of my arms.
There was something to do now
that I didn’t need to understand.

There I was, inside a badly played song
with all the room I needed there to breathe.

About Tony Brown

A poet with a history in slam, lots of publications; my personal poetry and a little bit of daily life and opinions. Read the page called "About..." for the details. View all posts by Tony Brown

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