anxiety tanka
tight chest sweats in bed
shaking fingers set alarms
three in the morning
thank god for late night shopping
i won’t have to see a soul
Comments
Very clearly expressed Stu. As I've got much older I've grown out of the fear of these occurrences, and tend to rise up to meet them, but you'll maybe have to wait many years for that (if at all).
Hope that makes sense! Ray
elPintor
Wed 22nd Jun 2016 01:11
This reminds me of one of my first office jobs and finding that I had to take the long way 'round to the restroom to minimize the possibility of meeting up with another person along the way..so much anxiety over small talk..and, even though my reactions aren't nearly as extreme as they used to be, I'm still not entirely convinced that too much chatter isn't bad for my health.
Very descriptive of overwhelming reactions to who can say what, sometimes.
elP
Great poem Stu, and well put. I never thought of late night shopping what a good idea.
Its a terrible thing...well described.. a gift for people who need to understand.
thanks david.
some recent upheavals have brought it all back into crisp definition.
what better way to express oneself than with ancient japanese poetry...
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Stu Buck
Wed 22nd Jun 2016 22:10
thanks all, im chuffed you liked the poem but more chuffed that i have somehow managed to translate something which is so baffling into something that makes some sense.