Deadly Distractions Poem by Carolyn Brunelle

Amidst the racket of clanking dishes
Slamming doors, sloshing washer
And buzzing alarm of the clothes dryer,
I get the distinct feeling that
His vacuuming will suck away
My last remaining nerve.

I’m attempting to write a verse or two;
In much need of some peaceful repose.
But god only knows
How THAT’S going to take place
In a world turned to such chaos.
Lost is the tranquil space I need to create.

Is this to be my new reality? ? ?
His never ending busyness and
Ins and outs showing me his latest discovery,
Sharing details from a race or golf game;
Tasting his latest culinary concoction.

Such incessant interruptions
Devastate a writer’s flow;
Become weapons of destruction
And there goes another perfect train of thought
Derailed, as it crashes and burns
With the sound of his returning footsteps.