Laughter

My laughter sings on strings,
I will not fret.
Sweat slides down my neck.
I empathize but can't amplify,
without sounding bored.

Tensions strung,
too tight, I hum, reverberate.
I am leading this duet
meters and rhyme, words
carried by my mumbles
such are promises.

Will you listen,
will you hear?

All I fear are my tomorrows,
worries left behind
as I unlimber.
An instrument of my description,
one that plays me,
it betrays me.

Voicing a concern
with increasing sorrow,
in anger and my shame.
I am retreating
yet laughter still remains.

Note:This was submitted to IBPC for March
did not place.
Steve

WELL~~HELLO!! How are you feeling? email & let me know, ok? So good to see a new post. I like the references to Simon & Garfunkel's "The Boxer"...and it vaguely seems like some reference to other songs which escape my weary mind at the moment. I liked the rhythm to it. ~~flutter~~

Hi, I was going to email you, but when I went to mail, your address had disappeared, along with twelve others, I tried for four hours trying to find out what happened, called my computer tech support (son in law) but could not find a reason, nor find addresses. So if you have mine still resend me something and then I can reply...LOL.