Daytime Chaos

Sometimes the world is too loud
As chaos from noise consumes
The air vibrates with mixtures
Of congested sounds that vary

Voices scatter across the day
In all different vocal tones
An assault on ears that listen
As they ascend with rapid fire

People move with crazy ideas
In a manic state of hustle
That propels them at rushed speeds
Life pushes them with grand force

Too much fast paced commotion
Tramples the bright daylight hours
As it blinds the world with routines
That distract from needed peace

A top that spins too quickly
It goes around in circles
That make the stomach queasy
From the motion that sickens

Silently the brain screams within
As time ticks by in disarray
While the world bellows its need
To achieve a multitude of things

The mind patiently waits for night
When the octaves are lowered
To a tolerable volume
That the spirit can handle

Reviews

[Pete]

the spinning top is a grand metaphor for your point. seems no one stops to smell the roses anymore. i hate when i'm driving and someone behind me is in a hurry and gets angry at me for not going faster because they are in a hurry to go nowhere. just because they are doesn't mean that i am. as my muse wrote long ago, "I was not born to be forced. I will breathe after my own fashion." - Thoreau

[Poetic Beauty]

Exactly we are not made for all work and no fun. Also sometimes during the day people and the world in general are too lound

[Pete]

i agree. keep it down. some people aren't happy unless they're making a racket. evenings are a special time when you can think in peace.

[Davidgeo]

If alcoholic beverages were magically forced to be half the percentage I'm confident that we would see at least a 33% drop in domestic disturbances across the board worldwide. Probably more like 66% if we're being honest. Also we would probably see a decline in personality disorder and the like... imagine if marijuana got a societal foothold before alcohol did... the world would be an objectively better place I think.
I bet Pete smokes weed.

[Poetic Beauty]

Absolutely Pete. It’s a time for quiet thoughts and reflection

[emmajoygreen]

To each his or her own - nowadays means a choice between life and a living death - that is choosing self-destruction.. as some do.

[Sami Khalil]

The day's chaos vs. the nights peace and serenity; you describe them marvelously. The poet awaits for the nighttime for many beneficial purposes. Plus the writer can get much inspiration to write at night.

[Poetic Beauty]

I write many times at night.

[Sami Khalil]

Ok. Good 👍

[Poetic Beauty]

That is when my brain is calmer and focuses more.

[Sami Khalil]

All wonderful and worthy

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Beauty.. your poetry flows freely with soft inuendoes of Rhyme. It inspires me to feel peaceful and find a way to handle the hustle of each day. softly, Pat

[Poetic Beauty]

Sometimes the hustle and bustle of the day is too loud. lol I completely understand

[nadia dmitri]

Such a great description of the go-go-go pace of our world. We do indeed need that peace. Amazing work :)

[Poetic Beauty]

Thank you. I love the subtle changes as the sunsets and the day turns to night and the world quiets