My Writing – Cacophony

It’s been a while since I posted some of my own writing (since early December with the last part of Eyes), so I thought I’d share something with you.

And…

I’m gonna step out of my comfort zone while doing it.

Here’s the deal: I’m not a poet. I write poetry on occasion, but not for the general public. Usually, it’s just something I write for myself. It’s processing an emotion or exploring a new idea or even developing an idea.

Today, however, I’d like to share a poem I wrote back in October, one which I still resonate with deeply. I wrote it with the inspiration of so many things that are still deeply entwined in my life.

So.

Allow me to vulnerable with you for a little while, and share this simple poem: Cacophony.

Cacophony

 

I found a cacophony;

It grins at me, laughs.

What might I do with this?

This…. What is this?

It's minuscule and bright,

A flashbang wrapped in sweetness.

Do I handle it with care?

Ticking, ticking.

Boom.

I found a cacophony,

Part of me is fascinated.

There is complexity here,

Amidst the violent noise.

Can I hold it? Dissect it?

Understand it?

Perhaps not, perhaps never.

A thousand weaving strings,

Tangled and knotted.

A mess.

Wonderful.

I found a cacophony,

And I never want to leave it.

Leave it here? Never.

I'll take it with me,

When I can, I'll examine it

Turn it over in my hands

Softly, delicately.

What is it? What is it?

I want to understand, to know

This mystery, this anomaly:

Fantastic and beautiful,

Paradoxical and simply complex.

Fair and dark.

Colorful.

I found a cacophony,

It's a wondrous blend:

Light and dark, hopes and fears

A human, full of noise and action.

Restless, searching.

Always searching, searching.

I want to understand it…

Understand my attraction to it.

This feeling disturbs me, this warmth.

What is it?

I love this feeling, and yet…

I can't comprehend it.

A mystery.

Beautiful.

I found a cacophony,

Better yet, it found me.

It's attached itself to me and…

I don't want it to go.

No, I want to cling to it,

Keep it… safe.

Can I do that?

Can I keep my cacophony safe?

I guess…

I'll try.