Untuned Radio (52 hertz)

Fucking hell, what is that noise?

Waves of unwanted interference

fading in and out again,

your absence is more of a presence.

 

Breathe deep, shake my woeful head

attempting to retune my brain

to eliminate buzzing static,

transmitting me to join the insane.

 

Am I crazy? Or are you thinking of me?

 

In the crazy way - we used to be?

 

© Katypoetess 2013

 

52 Hertz

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Nigel Astell

Thu 4th Jul 2013 14:57

new frequency
old airwaves
crazy - - yes
to think
buzzing will
go away.

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Patricia and Stefan Wilde

Mon 1st Jul 2013 21:17

assuming we instigated your involvement in this comp,we(Mr Wilde in particular)should have mentioned to you there might be the question of commision.And not neccessarily in the form of dosh,if you win.

He will be praying like crazy,that you do!
but he is more than sure,in considering his'fee'-you will be praying for a much,much lower placing-lol!

Great poem Katy.xx

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Isobel

Sat 29th Jun 2013 10:43

Yay - we have lift off!

I like the use of waves to communicate the aching feeling of loss - also the fuzz of communication - and the possibility that someone else's thoughts could be a part of all that.

It's an interesting thought - may be we aren't as alone as we think we are, when we're feeling lost.

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