Beatles Drowning My Downess Poem by Sylvia Lukeman

picking up

the scattered pieces;

drowning my down - ness

with sounds

of loudness;



for me

it is the

life giving

beat - full, beautiful

sounds of the

Beat-full Beatles.



the voices varied

singing words sensitive

making sounds percussive

persuasive
lifting me high,

just what

this woman needs

this evening.


what the doctor ordered

didn't hit the spot

nor multifarious zones

of mis-pleasure

So I beckoned the Beatles

and CD player at the ready,

ready steady sing


I am picking up.

the scattered pieces

drowning my down-ness

with the sounds of loud-ness

wiping away the tears

of sadness and frustration



Another chapter

in withdrawl

another crawl

till I can stand

upright again.

play it again,

Fab Four.