Humdrum Day

Humdrum Day

even the fish look bored. a Guppy swims
backwards to relieve the monotony.
Crash Test Dummies plant ear worms and try
to dull the increasing tick of a clock.

Dog, the Alsatian, lists in a corner,
too numbstruck to sleep, or make an attempt
at killing a moment. a stage set for
The Inner Voice who strolls in and begins

its games, walking the line between madness
and sanity, trying its tricks to bring
desolate, destructive thoughts to a head.
throwing down the pen,Β i get up and stroll.

Β© Davy D 2017

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Wow…this is so nice…i mean…it brings this “super cool” feeling…

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Bravo Sir ! That Davy ‘is’ poetry. The word surreal springs to mind yet it, perhaps worryingly, appears quite normal to me even though I’ve no experience of crash test dummies or ear worms. I think Mich sums it up rather well and better than me. Thank you Davy..

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    Thank you Nigel and I appreciate your kind words and thoughts. The Crash Test Dummies wrote a song called Mmm Mmm Mmm and it was playing in my head whilst working on this piece.

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      Ah ! hence ear worms/ticking clock. I love the ‘increasing’ tick of the clock, the image that creates for me is that of the tick getting louder, more invasive almost taunting like a child continually bouncing a ball as you try to read. What was your thought when writing it ?
      Apologies for the questioning I’m going through a major adjustment of psychoactive meds ha ha ! side effects include, vivid dreaming, hallucinations, insomnia and asking poets about their poems.

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      Not a problem Nigel. I have a clock in the poetry den and when I was working on the poem the tick was getting louder. For some reason the song from the Crash Test Dummies came from left field. Sometimes I don’t know where half of my stuff comes from. Do you have any meds spare?

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      I do have some spare mate but they are baaaaaaad shit ! Alcohol that’s the traditional drug for Poets and their slow derangement . What’s that old joke “I only drink until the voices stop “

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      A true statement Nigel. I am reading a book called The Death of The Poets and alcohol seems to be a prominent feature. Dylan Thomas apparently had 18 whiskies on the night of his death and I hate to think what Charles Bukowski’s liver had to deal with.

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Intriguing. And funny. And clever. And profound with brevity.
In other words, I really like it.

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even before the walk such clarity and wonderful observations, poetry that speaks of ordinary things but so extraordinary feeling it brings. Loved this piece of words form you Mr D!

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This is very good , Davy. Took the reader right through the end with bated breath.

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I like this very much. It’s so different from what you usually write. It’s quite beautiful actually πŸ™‚

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A splendid read. Sometimes we can overthink things and the best thing to do is walk away from it in order to see it for what it is, not what we want it to be.

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‘numbstruck’ – I just love that, Davy. Will re-use it sometime – with or without due acknowledgement! Yes … to walk away and catch that second breath – the answer to so many problems , and the rejuvenator of a poet’s muse.

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oh geez, Davy! this is poetry. you are poetry. the characters you made there! salute!

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Bravo! I love this one, Davy. “A guppy swims backward…” Brilliant.

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You really described the mood so well. I could feel the tension in the room and within you. Am I right about that? And as you know, I’m all too familiar with earworms. When I was pregnant with my youngest child (he’s a teenager now), I kept hearing church hymns. But they were the awful ones that would probably be banned for their sheer awfulness in the UK! I hope you enjoyed your high heels. I’ve never been able to pull off wearing them. I looked like a little girl playing dress-up.

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    It was a particularly frustrating day Laura, when very little was working poetry wise. I focused on the moment, surroundings and feelings and the poem emerged. As for the high heels, the less said the better, although I may post the photos one day lol πŸ™‚

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Absolutely fantastic. You are a true wordsmith, you take the raw ingredients and bend them to your will, melding them and working them until something beautiful is fashioned.

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This is imaginative Davy. The humour was appreciated.

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Crash test dummies love them!!!

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Thanks for this Mr.S. It is appreciated.

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