Just An Ordinary Day

Reflecting on the pace of our lives, too fast, too pressurized.

Left brain wake up
Numbers, puzzles
Moving fast to
Calculate

Dream-life drifting
Off to side-line
Now it's work time
On the clock

Anesthetic
Half a mind
So I can drive
The pace of life

Slowing once
To notice strangers
Living on a
Dirty street

Heart compacted
Shut to sunlight
Just to keep it
Somewhat safe

Never knowing
Why I'm still going
At this crazy
Common pace

Clock moves forward
Many more of
Sound-bites I can
Integrate

Home so fast
Relief and, gasp!
At last a breath of
Air

Left brain shut down
Right brain wake up
Music, art and
Light

Both now wasted
Packed and pasted
Down to greet the
Night

Words still tumble
Body stumbles
To a rocking
Chair

Like a baby,
Rocking, maybe
Sleep will come
Tonight.

Author's Note

I'm ambivalent about whether I should rhyme consistently or let it be okay that sometimes it rhymes, and sometimes it doesn't. What do you think? The change in rhythm once I get "home" is intentional (less syllables)- did you pick that up, and does it convey a change of pace?

Reviews

[Inject Positivity]

It reminds me of the days when I hardly get the time to watch the clock, just waking up and get ready to face the pace of life... The speed of life is invisible, and no one can move with its pace all the time, so we all get behind the race and feel stressed... I think even if when our brain is tired with the pressure of the world there is a part of brain which is still on sing but stays hidden... Beautiful work frnd... I can relate to it so well and deeply...

Sincerely
Dhiman

[Marianne Rose]

Thank you, my friend. That was one of those days! Strange how time can go fast or slow depending on our perception, and the brain can't always keep time to the pace if life is packed too full. I want more days to sit and just watch the sunlight on the trees. But life is a mix . . . I know how well you understand this. Thanks for taking a moment to run through this day with me! 💙

[William Gardner]

Good emotion, real and raw and from the gut. Are we too fat? we can rhyme and proselytize better than most, but not actually help? Are we beautiful, but only in the mirror alone, late one night?

[Marianne Rose]

Missed this review that you posted! Thanks for wondering with me about the pace of life, asking those questions that help us to change what doesn't make sense about our days. I think poetry can help us to see what is out of balance, and change our choices. But only if we listen to what it's telling us about our lives. Thanks for stopping by to review this . . . And to ask those pondering questions.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

doesn't need consistent rhyme, it has a strong rhythm already.

and wow, yes, we seldom have enough time for that part of our mind to play.

reminds me of steven wright saying "when i'm not in my right mind, my left mind gets pretty crowded"--

nicely expressed.

j.

[Marianne Rose]

Thanks for the feedback about the rhyming- it happens when it happens, and I never know if I should change it. Grateful for your visit and comments!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i am the same way with rhyme...i never do it on purpose...if it comes out that way, it does...and it is quite sporadic with me...

when you rhyme it does not feel contrived or forced at all...

natural.

[Marianne Rose]

Yes-thank you! It's always great to get permission to do what comes naturally rather than working too hard for a specific outcome.