Better focus
may take some hocus-pocus.
The Answer's Unplugged
The husband’s retired, now a year.
The husband’s retired, now a year.
It seems he’s
perpetually here.
But I’m self-employed
And noise must avoid,
So now I just play
things by ear.
I’ve struggled my
nerves to compose,
Along with my verses
and prose.
His channels, they
blast
Each mindless
broadcast.
My focus, it comes
and it goes.
He wanders the house,
prone to talk
And over my shoulder
to gawk.
My sentences fly,
As I simply sigh.
“Hello?” I am still
on the clock.
The muses have
shuddered and shrugged.
But back to the
table, they’re tugged.
My headphones, I wear;
Dear reader, don’t
share:
The cord, it is
simply unplugged.
c2017 by Linda Ann Nickerson
This poem was posted
in response to these prompts:
Meme
Express: “hocus-pocus”
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