29. Stressed by HanJan published on 2013/05/29 22:12:13 +0000 Day 28 of May Day Poetry: Stressed Step away from that word And what does it mean? Rendered obscene And useless by over application. Infiltration of corporate speech, Medicalised brain leeches, Lexicalised, brain bleached And a fashionable label on a jammed jar. Tonight the sea saw balance Between resources and demands Lays heavily spent on the right side, As it has these past few weeks, With a gradual quickening Of foetal force that leads to Remorseless thinking of the grand To Do list, growing in laborious pain. My phone a modern thumb screw of Texting back the tennis ball Over the net of petty requests and Haranguing demands I cannot satisfy. I will let someone down, As inevitably as my over-concern lets My own self down. All nine of Yeats’ bean rows Taunt as idealistic impossibility And the hived honey bees Would have me bat the air And run for sting shade. Somewhere in this, I lost my heart. Or it got trampled by ignorant feet, That needed ground too much to look down. I know better than rest, Is wholeheartedness. I know I left it here In a velvet box, Tied with hopeful spider silk. But I am too tired yet To take the needed breath Stop looking, and so to find it.