It Don't Matter To Me

It Don't Matter To Me

A Poem by Christine Anne Shaw
"

Don'tcha just love Bread

"
it happens so infrequently
some would have me believe
that tinnitus had paid me a visit

that intermittent ringing
in my ear that fades almost
as soon as it starts

travelling from a distance
light years away maybe
yet makes me feel connected

that makes me feel joined
to something i do not have the
power to understand

my Dad with his love of physics
superior knowledge of sound waves
always said to me

if there was a way
he would do anything he could
to send me a signal

so when i hear that high pitched
vibration i smile and say
Dad's tuning in to my frequency

it doesn't occur to me it's all
in my head, call me mad, bad
or completely sad

It don't matter to me

© 2020 Christine Anne Shaw


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Chris, this is how we stay connected to our loved ones. I love the attitude in this poem. My wife's father used to keep dimes (10 cent coins). Since he died (2005), she finds dimes constantly in random places in our house or in the community, often near her car. She's convinced he's leaving them for her, if only to say, "hey, remember me." It's up to the person to believe, not any others. This could be a sad poem, but you make us smile, especially at the end.

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Christine Anne Shaw

1 Week Ago

Your wife thinks like me Robert. It's a coping mechanism and I am sure every time she finds one of t.. read more
R.E. Ray

1 Week Ago

Always a pleasure to read your poetry, Chris.



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Chris - what a wonderful thought. I think you and your dad must have been very close. I wouldn't care what others may think. I think it's great that you believe this is your fathers' way of saying "hello, I still love you." Being an outrageous romantic, I believe it is too.
Take care - dear friend - Dave

Posted 6 Days Ago


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Christine Anne Shaw

5 Days Ago

Dear Dave, yes I was very close to my Dad, now thirty years gone. Died at 60.far too soon. I have wa.. read more
Dave

5 Days Ago

Believe it or not of all the relatives I miss the most, I miss my mother-in-law. She was truly an a.. read more
What a beautiful way to interpret reality. Sometimes I decide things are certain way just because it makes for more beautiful world. Like, "I don't care what you think, a fairy moved my glass" or "that strayhorn it is a demon". When the water tastes sweeter and the hornet flees at my cries of "apage daemon" (all demons speak Latin of course), I know I was right. So yes, I'm sure that rigging is communication. And thank you for putting it into poetry.

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Christine Anne Shaw

1 Week Ago

So pleased to have met a like minded soul. Certainly makes life easier to deal with when the going g.. read more
They used to tell me someone was talking about me whenever I'd get it. Then one day it didn't stop. That was twenty years ago. There must be a conference going on somewhere with me as the subject. ha

I like your way of looking at it. There's love in between the lines.

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Christine Anne Shaw

1 Week Ago

Oh yes Tim, there is love inbetween the lines. That makes it easy to deal with and almost welcome. I.. read more
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I had to first find on internet what word tinnitus mean. Then i have to read 3 times to really catch meaning of your poem. But it's really worth it . Our mind can always find way how we can connect with our loved ones who are not longer with us. This poem have very bright flow . I can see what's really matter here . Your deep connection with you father.

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1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Christine Anne Shaw

1 Week Ago

Many thanks for persevering with this poem. Pleased you found it worthwhile, because without doubt y.. read more
Love the reference and title from Bread and love this poem Chris! What a novel twist on giving an annoyance a positive meaning. I very rarely experience tinnitus, but now I will consider it a communication from a loved one. Yes, let madness prevail I say! Brava!

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Christine Anne Shaw

1 Week Ago

I was listening to Bread as I wrote this poem Annette. The title was perfect for the message I was t.. read more
what a cool way
to look at tinnitus
I never likened
it to someone
tunning in.

i get it every now
and then..drives me
crazy. I surely like
your descriptive
thoughts expressed

..a much better
way to cope with
it I should think

nice work






Posted 1 Week Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Christine Anne Shaw

1 Week Ago

Thank you Fran Marie. It certainly makes dealing with that high-pitched noise, interesting. A visit .. read more
The way you connect the tinnitus and emotions is so adorable. It's very engaging poem and braught a smile on my face. It's lovely!

Posted 1 Week Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Christine Anne Shaw

1 Week Ago

Thank you kindly Sam. If this poem puts a smile on your face, then equally, it has put one mine too... read more
I have ferocious tinnitus & it's bothersome as hell, so I admire your ability to take it in stride. That's a clever "device" to help yourself not be annoyed . . . thinking of it in terms of your dad messaging you. I think I'll find some way to change my thinking (maybe God messaging me!), based on your poem. It's all in the way we look at things! Your poem has a much more far-reaching message about getting thru life's annoyances! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

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1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Christine Anne Shaw

1 Week Ago

Thank you Margie. Fortunately I don't get it often, but if you have it frequently that's a different.. read more
I believe sound and vision. Dreams also. We can find things we miss. I am the dreamer. I write stories in my dream to be written. My grandmother, in dreams, caress my forehead. She tell me. I will be okay. Thank you dear Chris for sharing your amazing poetry and your thoughts.
Coyote

Posted 1 Week Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Christine Anne Shaw

1 Week Ago

Thank you Coyote. I like that your Grandmother visits you in dreams. That must bring comfort. I appr.. read more
Coyote Poetry

1 Week Ago

Dreams are warnings and you are welcome dear Chris.
Christine Anne Shaw

1 Week Ago

If they are warnings, that's even better. You know you have to take them seriously.
But talk to a writer of the muse and we wax lyrical of our guardian angel caressing our ears and whispering her delights to us.
Maybe I'm not the best person to answer, as I hear radio four when I switch on my kettle (seriously, and no, I don't wear a hearing aid)
Call it mellowing with age, but I'm more inclined to believe anything these days, ever since trump became president 😀

Posted 1 Week Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Christine Anne Shaw

1 Week Ago

Lorry I just love that you hear the radio when you switch your kettle on. No doubt that opens up all.. read more
Lorry

1 Week Ago

I'd furlough all through winter and start again from scratch next year.
Christine Anne Shaw

1 Week Ago

That:s a vote catcher :)

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Christine Anne Shaw
Christine Anne Shaw

Berkshire, United Kingdom



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Have been at Writerscafe for a year now, so pleased I made the change to posting my work here. Have loved reading poetry all my life, but never wrote my first poem until I hit 40. I wish now that I.. more..

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