'INDISTINCT': WORDS ABOUT BEING ON THE EDGE OF THINGS...

Indistinct…

Indistinct

Faint, frantic brass,

Barely audible,

Dream-like

Haunts the periphery

Of a cinema’s aura,

Its lurking effects disturbing:

The frustration is palpable,

As if I am excluded,

Distinctly…

Indistinct

Faint dogma, crass,

Scarcely audible,

Daydream-like

Tingles the periphery

Of a classroom’s aura,

Its mawkish tones garbling:

The isolation is pleasurable,

As if I am deluded,

Distinctly…

Indistinct

Faint panic, alas,

Hardly audible,

Nightmare-like,

Blurs the periphery

Of a shell-hole’s aura,

Its fraught words fading:

The dying is pitiful,

As if I am denuded,

Distinctly…

Pete Ray

October 2019  

That faint music at a cinema show, ‘One Night, One Soul’ by Hollywood Chill Out, when the adverts & trailers are about to begin sounds strange, disturbing, as if one's mind doesn’t really take it in… 

This reminded me of a feeling I had a few times at secondary school when I seemed to drift away, whilst a teacher droned on, his voice faint. 

As if I wasn’t really there… 

And finally how it might have felt being treated in a WW1 field hospital, the doctors & nurses faintly inaudible, as an infantryman’s life drained away…