Poems and Poetry

Finding Peace of Mind | A Poem by Jeanne Fiedler

I close my eyes
spaces of technical sound
inside my head
in the speaker phones in the
high technology – – –
no more quiet
JUST Incessant annoying sounds…
Driving Me Crazy
voices almost decipherable
in between reality and technospace
dull aching noise
white particles……
we think it may be real
but it’s fooling us
Technology is Great
but not the white noise in between…
nagging squeaking like someone
scratching a window –
inside children’s heads
inside our heads
HERE is where we need healing
Disasters happening…tragedies
and then,
this stuff bouncing all over us

let it go…please

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