It Don't Matter To Me

Don'tcha just love Bread

it happens so infrequently

some would have me believe

that tinnitus had paid me a visit

that intermittent ringing

in my ear that fades almost

as soon as it starts

travelling from a distance

light years away maybe

yet makes me feel connected

that makes me feel joined

to something i do not have the

power to understand

my Dad with his love of physics

superior knowledge of sound waves

always said to me

if there was a way

he would do anything he could

to send me a signal

so when i hear that high pitched

vibration i smile and say

Dad's tuning in to my frequency

it doesn't occur to me it's all

in my head, call me mad, bad

or completely sad

It don't matter to me

Reviews

[Ken e Bujold]

What a beautiful poem. Its sentiment is so genuine. Your sharply defined images, tinnitus, space, our place in the universe, a daughter still joined with her father...like my Making Conversation, this poem is a living remembrance, a memory that celebrates without drifting into the melancholy.
Perfect way to begin my day
Ken e

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Ken for this lovely thoughtful review. Pleased you enjoyed the read. I have had a very busy week, so need to catch up. Have a good day.

Chris

[Lorry]

But talk to a writer of the muse and we wax lyrical of our guardian angel caressing our ears and whispering her delights to us.
Maybe I'm not the best person to answer, as I hear radio four when I switch on my kettle (seriously, and no, I don't wear a hearing aid)
Call it mellowing with age, but I'm more inclined to believe anything these days, ever since trump became president 😀

[Chris Shaw]

Lorry I just love that you hear the radio when you switch your kettle on. No doubt that opens up all sorts of interesting other opportunities for you. I say all things possible :)) And as you say when you look at the politicians we have around at the moment, maybe Lorry for next President? )

Chris

[Lorry]

I'd furlough all through winter and start again from scratch next year.

[Chris Shaw]

That:s a vote catcher :)

[Einstein Noodle]

ahahahaha well .... Dorothy ... you aren't in Kansas anymore .. but I love your take on tinnitus .. for me it never goes away .. so whoever it is on my frequency never shuts up :)))))))))))))))))))))))) for me it is part of Meniere's Syndrome and for over 30 yrs has had a very slow progression .. but when it first started occurring .. i very much attributed it to something outside me nog ... most of the time i can ignore it as one does with nagging wives :))))))))))))))))) but i absolutely love your sentiment .. would never try to tell you anything otherwise ... its beautiful .. i am stealing the attitude for me self .. but for me it is a whole crowd of aunts uncles cousins friends and me parents for sure ..love this my friend thanks so much for sharing ... as a theme for poems it is, i am sure, one of a kind .. well done!
E.

[Chris Shaw]

Oh poor you Mr E, getting saddled with it constantly. That is no joke. I have to say, the occasional ringing, I am happy to let Dad in, but as for all the others you might have to contend with, that's another story entirely:) I hope you are well my friend. All good wishes winging their way to your doorstep. Or maybe you have a porch?

Chris

[Einstein Noodle]

one small step ... the deck .. and then the door ;) its weird, Chris ..sometimes i actually hear my heat beat "thrumming" .. when that first occurred i thought it was the electric transformer on a pole across the street form us ..eventually i thought to check my pulse and sure enough ... my thrumming heart beats away on me drum :)))))))))))))))))

[Gee]

Can so relate to this Christine. Mum said that she's come visit as a Robin so every time I see one, as daft as it is, I automatically assume it to be her :)

Hope you are well Christine

[Chris Shaw]

Whatever keeps you smiling Gee. I also have white feathers appear in my garden and I think that's a visit from Martha my great grandma. Hang on to your robins and smile and talk to them too :) Have a lovely day Gee.

Chris

[Ruth]

A connection so lovely to be reminded of, who cares what anyone else says, any connection to those we have lost and miss so much is a wonderful thing to hold on to...love this Chris :)

[Chris Shaw]

Dear Ruth, I know the truth but I choose to disregard it because I also know that dreams are important too. Many tha ks fir checking in.

Chris

[Ruth]

Indeed love...dreams are everything :)

[Papaya]

I get that too. What a perfect way of looking at it. I'd like to believe it's a signal of some sort too. Even though I know it's not. Sweet write, Chris

[Chris Shaw]

Thanks Ana, keeps me smiling, keeps me close to my Dad. Whatever works eh?

Chris

[Papaya]

Whatever works. :)

[emmajoy]

'.. .. when i hear that high pitched - vibration i smile and say - Dad's tuning in to my frequency '

That's a very speci al kind of madness, Chris. Your dad's made you smile.. made you feel special, never mind paltry reality . Your words are set so clearl y. You create very speci al poetry - and every time.

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Em. At times it is better to dream and smile than to face the separation of reality.

Chris

[emmajoy]

Yes, how very true, too true at times, Chris.

[Jimmy Yetts]

I like you and your dad's take on tinnitus.
Can translate what he's saying: "I've always loved you, child; always will."
Touching write, Chrissy.

[Chris Shaw]

Aw Jimmy, that translation of yours is extra special. Thanks so much.

Chris

[Dave Brown]

Whether tinnitus or not, whatever can bring back those connections with those special persons now departed is a blessing

[Chris Shaw]

You've got it Dave. It's the connection that is so important. Reality is such a dream buster at times.

Chris

[R.E. Ray]

Chris, this is how we stay connected to our loved ones. I love the attitude in this poem. My wife's father used to keep dimes (10 cent coins). Since he died (2005), she finds dimes constantly in random places in our house or in the community, often near her car. She's convinced he's leaving them for her, if only to say, "hey, remember me." It's up to the person to believe, not any others. This could be a sad poem, but you make us smile, especially at the end.

[Chris Shaw]

Your wife thinks like me Robert. It's a coping mechanism and I am sure every time she finds one of those dimes she has a wide smile on her face. Rather smile than face the reality of separation. Really appreciate your visits.

Chris

[R.E. Ray]

Always a pleasure to read your poetry, Chris.