Insipidity

The white noise
of the world
bristles
in my thoughts.

Silence screams.

Static screams
back.

Winter feels too warm,
yet my bones shiver
in the breath of snow.

So, too, does my heart,
with every breath,
alone.

Silence screams,
my lips sing along.

Static screams
just the same song.

What used to be
the unbearable sound
of gloom screeching
in my ears
is now nothing
but a mimsy
walk in the park.

Reviews

[Jamestown]

Wonderful write, nice flow and nice wording, thanks for sharing.

[Tai Ryens]

Thanks for leaving behidn your thoughts!

[Astrid]

Lovely, flows like water and refreshing like it as well ~ :)

[Tai Ryens]

Thank you!

[xxxrawr_friendxxx]

Over the years, your writing has gotten so amazing. I love how much you've improved.

[Tai Ryens]

You flatter me, rawr friend. Thanks for stopping by.

[Pax]

I always believe that my thoughts are loud as the silence stood, numbing. That's the time I think the mind is such a complex river with tons of passages or tons of doors to pass through. The ending is quite just right for me... and I like it, like somehow I can relate to its voice. great work my friend.

[Tai Ryens]

Thank you, Pax, always lovely to hear your thoughts.

[Anne Timmins]

A lovely pastiche of images so delightfully drawn. Super job

[Tai Ryens]

Thank you, Timmins!

[stars are far]

That was wonderful work, but sorry what is "mimsy"? i didnt find that :/
i will be thankful to get an answer :)
thank you

[Tai Ryens]

'Mimsy' means somewhat underwhelming, or bland, and other adjectives pertaining to those two. Thank you, stars are far.

[stars are far]

oh, thank you for clearing this :)

[Einstein Noodle]

love "mimsy" .. thank you for that! ;) how awful to be in that state of mind .. your poem for me borders between emotional and mental illness .. you have created strong tension says i ... the white noise is overwhelming especially today, with our constant electronic devices ... all we have to do is unplug :)
E.

[Tai Ryens]

Wouldn't be able to get into the Cafe if I did, and then where would I be? Aha, thanks for stopping by.

[Einstein Noodle]

in a bistro writing on napkins and flirting with life and death .. ;) talking .. listening .. and being
E.

[Tai Ryens]

I like the way you think.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

finally all the screeching sounds of life, of the world, all the craziness is something we get used to...
and we find ourselves just walking in the park, not hearing anything...everything starts having a dull finish to it.
insipid...
but the poem is not...the rocks.
jacob

[Tai Ryens]

It's always been a fascination of mine that the human mind could accustom to its environment so much that it views it all as normal, somewhat; a gross oversimplification but I find it fitting . Thank you for your thoughts.

[Baby Ricochet]

There's some classic Tai in this. Change the word "thoughts" in the first stanza to "bones" and I'd know you were the culprit who wrote it if it were in braille and I have no clue how to read braille. That's how classic Tai it would be.

[Tai Ryens]

Ah, the perfect word! I had been struggling to find that word that would make that first stanza seem more... complete... but the imagination can only do so much on so little sleep. Thanks muchly!

[Frontier]

That last stanza is amazingly foreboding...

[Tai Ryens]

Thank you, Frontier.