Dulcet Irritations

Dulcet Irritations

A Poem by Anti Phalanx

I sit in a position,
And listen,
To the schism of a dulcet tone as it makes its incision,
Sharp with its precision,
Yet drab,
And dry,
However peaceful,
And passive.

Like a thornless rose bush,
Drunk on joy,
Tranquil in its trodden delight.

It's the sun on a rainy day,
And the rain on a sunny day,
The moonlight on a misty night,
A playful stray at first being coy,
And the wait before your first push.

It's the apathetic interest on the results you spent hours waiting patiently for,
Like finding a sea cave minutes before you have to leave the shore,
An overcooked roast,
Unbuttered toast,
Brightly coloured and morose,
Everything just a little too close.

To me it's a show,
Watching someone deciding between watching or listening to grass grow.

© 2015 Anti Phalanx


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Added on June 26, 2015
Last Updated on June 27, 2015
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Anti Phalanx
Anti Phalanx

Solihull, West Midlands, United Kingdom



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Professional Hobbyist. I live in a box. It is my box. I like my box. I like to peak out of it once in a while & feel glad about not peaking out of it so often. It's a rather nice box. more..

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