Sally Plumb Plumb

Veteran Poet - 1,432 Points (23 9 1940 / Haverhill Suffolk England)

Two Confused - Poem by Sally Plumb Plumb

The daily ritual
of something lost
almost costs us
our sanity.
Some screams in
our heads
could never be said
to be ruled
by the thought, passivity.

Loud banging about,
and sometimes a shout
of frustration will ring
round the room.
Nought can be found,
and unpleasing sounds
rebound with cold negativity.

Blast! Blast! Blast!
We've found it at last.

Sally Plumb


Comments about Two Confused by Sally Plumb Plumb

  • Rookie - 165 Points Nivedita Bagchi SPC UK (7/21/2010 9:54:00 AM)

    Blast why? For Zest…shower dew cool…confusion is but fusion….lolol… thanks for sharing
    Ms. Nivedita
    UK
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  • Rookie - 2 Points Wojja Fink (4/27/2009 3:02:00 AM)

    don't know why, but that made me laugh out loud...thank you.... (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 27, 2009



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