Writing a Poem with the Radio On
Makes me want to cry, all the cowboys with guitars
strumming in accompaniment to a world
whizzing through a universe it can barely comprehend.
The world is a wall that is crumbling, crumbling,
and no amount of musical mortar can keep up with it.
Lyrics on the radio swirl into a quagmire
of words to be written,
lists of what to do.
A new riff floats my mind away:
her backdoor screen is closed.
Turn around,
turn around my darling
or the world is lost.
Everything so crazy
it makes him want to cry
Drowning my sorrows in his,
the task of this poem remains unaccomplished.
The small dog cries over an untossed ball.
Yolanda with her mop, dispenses advice and laughs at my jokes.
That melody fading into silence,
I wait for a new one to begin.
For dVerse Poets Beat Poetry Prompt they ask us to write a stream of consciousness poem . Go HERE to read other poems of this ilk. Photo by Dave Weatherall on Unsplash.
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 
Beautiful poem.
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Thanks, Martha. I remember when you were first moving to CO. I think it has worked out well for you, no?
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Oh yes. It’s still Heaven, even with the unsympathetic politics. The people are still the same people and the beauty fills my heart daily. I wish I’d saved that blog, though. 😀
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Have you Googled yourself? It may still be on the internet somewhere. Isn’t it still on your WP blog?
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No sadly I deleted it 😦
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This is incredibly deep and poignant, Judy! I especially resonate with; “The world is a wall that is crumbling, crumbling, and no amount of musical mortar can keep up with it.” Let us hope the coming days prove to be better.. amen. Thank you so much for writing to the prompt 💘💘
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Thanks, Sanaa. You know stream-of-consciousness is the way I always write so it was no stretch for me to do so again.
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I know the world is crumbling so I’ve taken to reading optimistic science fiction where the (long dead) author believed that the wise ones from the universe would come rescue us. Do I believe that? Not really, but I want to believe it.
Musical mortar. It might not save the world but sometimes, I think it might save ME.
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I liked this, Judy. Did you know that Loretta Lynn died yesterday. Her “Coal Miner’s Daughter” was my favorite. Right now I am doing my Income tax and listening to MC’s ’60s Movement playing on the TV, DirecTV Channel 803. My favorite.
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Oh no. I was just thinking about her earlier this week. I loved her music as well. I’ve had a sad year, actually, and find it hard not to be pulled down by all of those who have left us. I know this will be a continual theme for the rest of our lives but it is hard to see one’s life dying around us.
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Beautiful, poignant poem Judy.
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Thanks, Sadje. You always buoy me up with your comments.
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You’re always welcome
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