Lack of Concentration

Focus.
Pay attention.
Stop wandering.
But I wonder.
What makes that light bulb blink?
Who controls the temperature?
It’s so cold in here.
Why doesn’t he fix his hood?
It’s turned inside out.
I need to leave.
But I should stay.
I just don’t care what they have to say.
Rumble, mumble, stumbling sounds.
What are they saying?
I can’t settle down.
My mind is racing
But I’m sitting still.
Can they see my heart is running away
As I’m sitting right here?

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7 thoughts on “Lack of Concentration

  1. I really like this one 🙂 English isn’t my mother tongue and I was wondering: do most poems in English rhyme? I sort of like it but it is considered very 1900’s in my language.

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    1. Thank you! And no, there are all kinds of different styles of poetry. Sometimes I like rhyme, sometimes I don’t, it just kind of depends on the topic of or language used in the poem. When I have nothing to do, I’ll sometimes challenge myself to make the lines rhyme, but it’s not a necessity. Old english, 19th century, is what I find to be really beautiful such as Robert Browning and Poe’s pieces. What is your first language?

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  2. Spanish, but I think my English is ok. I love e.e. cummings, Walt Whitman, Palahniuk and Bukowski, also my favorite writer is Brazilian (Clarice Lispector), but since Portuguese is so similar to Spanish, translators don’t do their best and I like the English versions better 🙂

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