Dis---till The Noise
Stream of consciousness poem for Unfiltered Challenge.
Good morning, world, cruel as ever
-.-.-.-click (you're kidding right?)
-,-,-,-
-,-,-,-click
What's the plan for the day?, I say
To myself, because, cruel as ever
When I close my eyes
dis---taunt
(the sectors) of my curious but critical mind
My mind's dededesyncing, in a messy way
eyes open, dogs out, not clever
and p r e s s my thumbs into the skin between my thumbs and index fingers,
-.-.-.-click
I sought to bring a sense of c o h e s i o n
dis---lodge
the sentient sentiment that I'm wasting my time
to help make clearer the thought processes
That's what I tell myself... what I say
Too many mitsakes, mitsseps, not clever
the madness c e a s e s for moments
throughout my day - few and far between as they are
dis---troy
(the hidden horse) battling for Supremacy
Cruel as ever, selfish in my own cruel way
Take a leak, kettle on, hot drink I deliver
Or rather, it's dulled out and deferred to the pain
dis---trust
the niggling nagging notion that I'm wasting your time
-.-.-.-click
Me from myself for a *h o t* moment, a ray
of sunshine hits my eyes, self-hope I deliver
t h r o u g h my fingers and thumbs. Light r e l i e f, a d e l i g h t
dis---guise
the fact that I'm an outsider, (o)p e e ring(o) inside
Can I f o c u s for one moment. On hope, I say
Hope for something other than being swept by the river
how dirty are your hands?
dis---tress
the neural pathways, this is my time
Forever, for never forgetting, the past, as the ray
warms me, s o o t h e s me just a little, I c a l m like the river
When is the blessed r e l i e f? Is the jury adjourned or still
in session, c e s s a t i o n, manifestation or infestation of temptation?
dis---credit
the critic speaking ill of my skill
how dirty is your mind? how messed up is your life?
What is the who or what is the how now? time for the dishes, the hoovering
a sense of purpose
some toast and self-sympathy, self-kindness?
On a gentle day in summer, I can make better today , I confidently say
dis---engage
-.-.-.-click (you'll never make it)
from the debate
-.-.-.-click (you'll rerererepeat the same old same old)
-.-.-.-
-.-.-.-click
dis---associate
from the #noise#
dis---till clear and f o c u s thoughts
this is my time
*
Thanks for reading!
Author's Notes: Another entry into the Unfiltered Challenge. Stream of Consciousness. Tried to encapsulate what it is like for the average morning inside my brain when I first wake up.
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Comments (13)
☺️ 👍 Hooray! MoRning!! Some of that was quite relatable. Someone who wakes up worse than I, ha. Hope this is isn’t all the time though, Paul! .. 😅
Woah! You’re firing at full steam in the morning! So many great formatting elements to appreciate in this! Well done, Paul!
One of my favourite things about your work is that you're not afraid to play with textures/ formats of writing!! It really does lend well to your wordsmpthery when you play with the appearance of the words, rather than just slapping them on a page! Loved this, Paul!
That was totally messed up, and I love it.
Do we waste time or does time waste us? Well-wrought!
Oh wow, you sure do have a lot of thoughts when you wake up. Does it feel exhausting?
Another wild ride on your stream of consciousness 🙃… like lines like these: “ Too many mitsakes, mitsseps, not clever”
Wow. That was powerful!
Wow. The formatting added to the powerful realism of this piece—amazing work.
Its great, the way you format this to jolt about, really well done.
Nice use of punctuation, misspelling, and other unconventional means to convey what it is like inside your brain first thing in the morning. That is not an easy thing to get across, and I think that you have captured it very well here. I love the incoherence, and yet I was still able to follow along perfectly well. Great job.
There's a lot of dissing going on here. How imaginative this poem is in a way.
I'm not sure what it says that I had no trouble following along with your train of thought, lol. Loved the way you used formatting to enhance the chaotic feel. Great entry :)