More Sense

More Sense

A Poem by jinjahman

I said to him it didn't matter;
it mattered a lot.
He didn't hear, hadn't been listening.
It didn't make much sense.
Anyway,
I spoke aloud again,
when he was gone, and caught a bird in the sky
watching me as I did so;
the bird flew on.
This made more sense than anything before.

© 2012 jinjahman


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jinjahman
jinjahman

Ireland



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I've written songs and poems since basic maturity emerged from youth. I'm driven by reminiscence and reflection, youthful endeavours and changing realities of life. I try to explore the lexicon of th.. more..

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