In our complex, chaotic, complicated, unnerving, painful, stressful life, we need time and music.
The unwind time.
The reflective time.
The jacuzzi time.
The recharge time.
The rest time.
The sleep time.
In our complex, chaotic, complicated, unnerving, painful, stressful life, we need time and music.
Music has powers and forces that
are powerful.
Music soothes thoughts, worries,
and calms minds.
Music comforts and heals the pains.
Music speaks to hearts.
Music plays and keeps things
in the moment.
Music stirs pleasant memories.
Music pauses the stress and stressors.
Music rests the souls.
In our complex, chaotic, complicated, unnerving, painful, stressful life, we need time and music.
Time and music are all we need to get comfortable.
Writer's notes: My poem is submitted to the Vocal's Get Comfortable Challenge. GET COMFORTABLE is dedicated to my grandchildren.
About the Creator
Babs Iverson
Barbara J Iversen, also known as Babs Iverson, lives in Texas and loves her grandkids to the moon and back. After writing one story, she found that writing has many benefits especially during a pandemic and a Texas-size Arctic Blast.
Reader insights
Outstanding
Excellent work. Looking forward to reading more!
Top insights
Compelling and original writing
Creative use of language & vocab
Easy to read and follow
Well-structured & engaging content
Excellent storytelling
Original narrative & well developed characters
Heartfelt and relatable
The story invoked strong personal emotions
On-point and relevant
Writing reflected the title & theme
Masterful proofreading
Zero grammar & spelling mistakes
Expert insights and opinions
Arguments were carefully researched and presented
Eye opening
Niche topic & fresh perspectives
Keep reading
More stories from Babs Iverson and writers in Poets and other communities.
Clinging to Childhood
The playground is empty, as it should be past sundown. There is a warm breeze, and I can see everything despite the late hour. What time is it, anyway? It could very well be past midnight. I can never keep track of time, especially in the summer. A prickly piece of popcorn hides like a stowaway in the left cup of my padded training bra. I stuffed the tissue in last minute— a decision I’m beginning to regret, based on the events that are unfolding rapidly before me. To my left, laying non-chalantly on his back, is my date for the evening. He is two years older, could probably grow facial hair if he wanted to, and drives a secondhand Honda. He may as well be a Man. I, on the other hand, feel like a fraud with my too-short short-shorts, sparkly lip gloss, and makeshift push-up bra. I keep my arms pinned to my sides as I feel the dreaded circles of sweat beginning to manifest on my brand new Abercrombie top. I cup my elbows with my hands and stare down at my hint of cleavage, praying that the tissue doesn’t pop out like a white flag surrendouring my lack of womanhood.
By Marti Maley6 days ago in Fiction
Comments (14)
Well said! ❤️
Couldn’t agree more!
❤️‼️ Music is Healing!
I so agree! Time to rest the body and music to rest the soul. There could not be a better definition of comfort!
My favorite poem of yours so far
Great poem.
Music has the ability to transport the listener. I love this!
I really liked this and absolutely agree about music and time being needed :) I thought the repeating line was a great one to repeat. Well done.
music definitely sooths..Beautiful poem
Hey Babs, you forgot the dance part, come on now, let's dance. HMMMMM! music, so great.
Omggg yessss! Time for ourself and music for our soul! Loved the form of this poem. Very unique and beautiful!
Yes. Well penned. 🥰
Yaaay for music💖
Another beauty. Well done.