In spite of a sunny friendly
The poet senses joy and
Pain in other people
Vibrations of their mind
He experiences first hand
From his own spouse.

He mistook enthusiasm
For helping Mrs Ira
As reborn strength from
His body and will inline
His fitness gathered from
Four-hourly walks
Through woods and fields
During a hot summer
Assisted him well.

The sharp bite of autumn’s
Fresh air
Has brought about the
So called ‘Sniffing season’
With sticky red eyes to boot.

Besides –
Bad communication
With one’s spouse
Puts a death knell to
The tired-out body.
Flop. Blop.
Into the desk chair
And write the poem.
The mind still vibrates.


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