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ll day to get done! <b>But listen intently</b>, to those things that she says Listen with interest as if you’re engaged!” For not every talk is important to me But I realize there’s danger if I do not heed Every word or at least try to mentally note The ideas she expresses, she’ll have the last vote!</p><p id="234e">Luckily for me, these talks don’t occur All of the time, they infrequently stir Otherwise, I’m sure that my fault would be known The jig would be up, my cover be blown And I like a sailor, lost out at sea With waves crashing down and the wind around me And me with my fault, my fault to a T Would cry out, “I’m done for! Alas, woe is me!”</p><p id="09a2">© <a href="undefined">Matt Ray</a> 2021</p><p id="4a13">If you enjoyed this, here are a few of my other poems. Also, please follow me on <a href="https://linktr.ee/mraymus">social media</a>!</p><div id="2dd6" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/in-the-nictate-of-an-eye-f7e23f74858d"> <div> <div> <h2>In the Nictate of an Eye</h2> <div><h3>A Poem About the Word, Nictate</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/1*_ADxqT5UtflD8GjqvcONsg.jpeg)"></div> </div> </div> </a>

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Not Listening

A Poem About Not Listening

I have a fault, a fault to a T It’s something I do sometimes I’ll be chatting along with a pal or a friend And get lost as their thoughts leave my mind

It can happen at any old time of the day Doesn’t matter the topic or things that they say I go for a walk and my mind goes along When I realize I’ve long been away

It’s gotten quite worse, the older I get With Facebook, Twitter and Instagram threads I think social media has made it all worse I’m surprised I keep anything inside my head

It can be problematic as chatting, can turn To a serious note, the relationship kind I turn off computers, tablets and phones To block them all far from out of my mind

To center, my self-talk goes something like this, “Now focus and try not to think of the list Of the things you’ve been working on, all the day long The things you’ve been trying all day to get done! But listen intently, to those things that she says Listen with interest as if you’re engaged!” For not every talk is important to me But I realize there’s danger if I do not heed Every word or at least try to mentally note The ideas she expresses, she’ll have the last vote!

Luckily for me, these talks don’t occur All of the time, they infrequently stir Otherwise, I’m sure that my fault would be known The jig would be up, my cover be blown And I like a sailor, lost out at sea With waves crashing down and the wind around me And me with my fault, my fault to a T Would cry out, “I’m done for! Alas, woe is me!”

If you enjoyed this, here are a few of my other poems. Also, please follow me on social media!

In the Nictate of an Eye

A Poem About the Word, Nictate

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Still

A Poem About Wandering and Wondering

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A Dark & Insidious Taste

A Poem About a Fruit Unlike No Other

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Photo Credit, Matt Ray, An ocean shot along the coast of South Africa, 2018