Quietude

When the world won’t stop talking and your head won’t stop spinning, sometimes the only way forward is to tune inward. Watch how the poem itself narrows to find that still point.

Quietude

Full spaces depress

me, they get me down,

my head starts spinning;

All around

is confusion. When

I restrict hearing

the cacophony

taunt jeering,

solitude is

delightful. If

the thoughts of folks

creates a tiff

within your head,

that’s spinning round,

to keep your mind,

tune inner sound.

Comment: A shaped stanza of narrowing lines. The form enacts retreat; the final couplet finds music in silence.