Enough. Too Much.

I don’t like loud voices. I don’t like arguing. I don’t want anger at home. I am glad that I am not living this poem.

Please No More

Though shouting is more like it
standing at the top of the stairs
but no more than
the familiar warnings
threatening
tension
misery.
we keep this to ourselves
silent
thinking about
closed doors
tangled dreams
the stranger upstairs.

"Please No More" on the mail art postcard.

“Please No More” on the mail art postcard.

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2 thoughts on “Enough. Too Much.

  1. I really like this one. Found poetry always surprises me, and your poem does just that. It makes me think about the silent tension of what is not said and how it can build and build to when nothing can be understood and we are strangers. Thanks for this thoughtful piece!

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