A Weekend of Sick

 

Two sound wavescolds in less than 25 days of school.  I’m not bouncing back as fast on this last one.  The glorious aging process I guess.

For 2 days I did not leave my apartment and that was ok.  My brain has been buried in a couple of poems I’ve been working.  One I have started over numerous times on and I have never been happy with it.

I feel frustrations as a poet that things that mean so much to me seem to come out trite and cliche.  I worry about it because I want to honor the people behind the poem.  They are not “debris” or “trash” to me.

I felt better after two of these poems were recently published.  BUT the one I’ve been trying to trap and capture keeps eluding me.  I have lots of starts and some great individual lines and imagery.  I started toying with it again and that to me is researching the science behind the metaphors.  In this case, it was the reflection of sound and radio waves.

I am not a science person but I find with my poetry I go places in science that I have never been.  I wrestle to understand and draw a lot of pictures to help me.  I’m grateful for the people who have posted child-friendly science that I can understand.  I think.  I just want to really make sure my poems are accurate in their science and literature.

I revisited some memories, reread a book, and watched some science videos on the law of reflection.  It left me with a poetry hangover – if that is even possible.  That night my brain was still spinning at 3 AM.  It was a good thing I could sleep in.

It is time to be done with “The Night Whisperer”.  It’s the past.  It is today. Do sound and radio waves go on forever?  If so, we go on forever.   It is important for me to acknowledge the person and the past and the wave incident.

Do sound and radio waves go on forever?  If so, we go on forever in only our brains.  It is important for me to acknowledge the person and the past and the wave incident.

Do sound and radio waves go on forever?  If so, we go on forever .  It is important for me to acknowledge the person and the past and the wave incident.

 

It is still and will always be a major wave incident for me.

And when the wave is absorbed is it gone forever?

Maybe it just lives on in our brains till we are no more.  Then it will live on in my words.

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Published by: Basicallybarb

Barbara A Meier is a poet, teacher, and mother, trying to write her way out of Kansas, anxiety and depression. Instead of indulging in feeling like garbage, trash, or rubbish, she chooses to examine the debris of her life by writing poems about it. After all as a forgiven, child of God, simultaneously saint and sinner, she is loved and cherished by her God.

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