Comfort
Soul soothing comfort
has been fleeting lately.
Stuck indoors, in one place,
with my thoughts gathering,
pressing on my brain, driving
me a little mad. My body
agitated, muscles tense, I can
only pace so
far.
I long to be at a concert,
lost in the middle
of a mosh pit,
letting my thoughts fade
as bodies all around
move and slam into me,
all of us rocking in rhythm
and feeding energy to the band
which fuels the crowd.
Instead I’m wrapped
in my beat-up, holey,
ripped and faded hoodie
that I’ve had for 10 years.
Spilling thoughts into
my notebook at erratic intervals
hoping that soon my nerves
will stop jumping, and my mind
will fall silent into the peace
that I’ve never stopped seeking.
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may you get that peace...
ReplyDeletethough it would be fun to be at a concert...
took my son to the steelers game last weekend
and they had a pregame concert that was pretty cool
on the concourse...was talking to my students
this week as well about all the concerts that i went to
and working stage crew and security for The Offspring
and such
I think there are different ways of 'getting lost.' One can definitely get lost in a mosh pit or lost in words. Perhaps each way of getting lost serves a different purpose. And both ways are different ways of seeking....something we all do in our individual ways.
ReplyDeleteI hope you find that comfort and peace as you write your thoughts in the notebook ~ I can relate to the challenge of finding and pinning down the words ~
ReplyDeleteIn your search for comfort we are the lucky recipients of having the chance to read your work. It's fascinating what brings us comfort. I could not stand in the midst of a mosh pit and lose myself - and it's not an age thing - I never could. On the other hand stuck inside is my idea of heaven. But I live in CA so that almost never happens, maybe why I romanticize it. I hope you find the comfort you seek.
ReplyDeleteI think many of us are experiencing a shared feeling, cold and cabin fevered and wanting to shake up some inspiration like the shaking of a fanciful snow globe.
ReplyDeleteKatie, thank you for coming by my blog. You will find that peace, it will come - probably through your words. Hey, you need a teddy bear. ;)
ReplyDeletePeace comes in so many different forms and music can really help with restless energy. I hope you get back to the mosh pit soon!
ReplyDeleteI love the heart-felt simplicity of this. Unadorned and to the point it hits home.
ReplyDeleteHope you can enjoy a concert soon!
ReplyDeleteYour poem is a reminder to me that peace and energy come in many forms, a simple yet profound statement written in straightforward style that I find very appealing.
ReplyDeleteThere's always a danger in getting too still when some deeper part of it demands motion. Hard to translate mosh pit to the page, harder still to turn what's on the page back into the dance. To nail motion in stillness. But the work is worth it!
ReplyDeleteSometimes when we're stuck with ourselves, we come spilling out on the page!
ReplyDeleteAnd may you find it in the New Year! That is a jumpy feeling when you want something else!
ReplyDeleteDon't blame you for not going out at the moment. Weather looks atrociously cold for you in Detroit at the moment! Hope you warm up and flex those brain muscles again soon.
ReplyDeleteI long to be at a concert,
ReplyDeletelost in the middle
of a mosh pit,
letting my thoughts fade
as bodies all around
move and slam into me... i just love that... you know...i get lost so easily...in almost everything...has its advantages and disadvantages...but if you get lost in the right place...what a blessing
The wish to loose control at a concert is such a strong one.. Hope you get to see something soon... Hmm I guess my concerts are different
ReplyDeleteI guess there are times when we just wish we could get ourselves lost in some way or other. And I hope you find the peace you long for.
ReplyDeletehell yeah.. sounds like my kinda gettin lost...throw in some Deftones music... I'm out... smiles--great write!
ReplyDeleteMy concert days did not involve Mosh pits, so cannot comment as to that. However I will say there is comfort to be found in old, well-worn sweats, and hopefully that will help those concert-withdrawal jitters. Enjoyed reading this, thanks for some new insights!
ReplyDeleteI'm too old, but I must confess- I sometimes go looking for some slamming music so I can get lost in it too. At first I get weird looks, but after they realize I'm not going anywhere... it's on. ;) I relate to this piece, very well done.
ReplyDeletedirect, candid, intimate, and authentic ~
ReplyDeleteNow see, your 'discomfort" seems like bliss to me :)
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