There are times when I’ll have music on while writing. It can be a pleasant way to add a little life into the room, drown out whatever might be happening outside – a bit of functional white noise. Sometimes, the rhythm works its way into the poem itself and I find myself typing as fast as I can to finish before the song ends, hoping to keep the magic going long enough to complete the thought.
This poem was written six years ago and fortunately, I noted down what I was listening to while writing. Zero editing done so far, but it’s a nice little hunk of language. Maybe it’ll grow up to be something some day.
fury and sound there are times when it seems - i’m conglomeration of a corporation and everyone in the whole damn world seems to own a share everywhere i turn there’s another opinion being published in my face me, i’m just searching for a tiny bit of grace and my own fair share see everyone loves it when you’re smiling in the sun but don’t they scatter when the rainclouds come rolling in it doesn’t take a flash of lightning to see that we’re all alone at one time or another so just keep those observations to yourself if you please my brother but don’t you worry about me, not even a little bit it may seem like i’m going down in flames this time around there’s a hundred kinds of death inside my heart and my head but you can’t deny the beat of the fury and the sound
And here’s what I was listening to – “Talk To Me Now” by Ani DiFranco from her 1990 self-titled album.