Jerry Behr Number 2

Rookie - 0 Points (3/2/1951 / Netherlands)

Talking To Myself During Sunset - Poem by Jerry Behr Number 2

During sunset and after dinner I take Buffy for a walk,
we walk along the walkways where we live. Before we start our walk
I put cotton wool in my ears which creates a reflection of sound in my head. So
when I whisper talking to myself it is as loud as audible
talk, however, the whispering is so soft which is laudable.

The softness of whispering is equal to an evening breeze so anybody else can’t
hear me anyway giving me complete privacy. I walk on crutches because I’m lame;
I got a bum hip from Perthes disease. I walk with Buffy she is only a small dog. In
whispering I release all my anger and rage
I felt during the day and things that bother me at my age.

There’s a lot of things I can’t discuss with them but when I talk to myself I can think
in words at great speed. I have thought quietly in my mind without whispering but it’s
so damn slow. Also in whispering I can think in cryptic form that no one else could
understand, along with abstractions
I can think in words in all sorts’ of directions.

When people walk passed on the walkway I have to shut up and maintain discipline
so I don’t offend people or scare them. I enjoy sunsets, watching the sun go behind
the horizon and the sky changing colours it’s also a time when there are less people
on the walkway.
Now we have come to the end of the walkway and come to a roadway.

Only out here can I think freely without interruptions and have a train of thought.
I walk with Buffy on the footpath next to the road next to the park and not be
bothered by anybody. It’s the freedom to think without criticism and judgment of
what is thought.
Whispering solutions to life and making decisions which are brought.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 12, 2011

Poem Edited: Thursday, May 12, 2011

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