There’s a symphony in my head,
and a rather odd one at that.
It’s hastened and unruly,
often sharp but sometimes flat.
It less resembles angelic singing
but more so bangs and clangs
with crass crescendos
and jazzy jang-a-langs.
They need some work.
Oh, God, they do!
A whole lot’a practice
and a conductor too.
But I digress.
Who am I to complain?
Who else has a symphony
sounding in their brain?
About the Creator
Mike A. Loyd
I have published one poetry book called Fully Human, am working on a second, and I have a few short stories. I also write reflective pieces on spirituality, morality, meaning, and life. My intent is to go deep into the human heart.
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