Ophelia Poem by Joyce Chelmo
Ophelia
bathing stress away
the phone rings
i plug my nose
sink slowly
beneath
tepid water
into silence
i pretend
i’m Ophelia
dead to the world
OMG Joyce! I was doing exactly that only yesterday. Just like your poem describes, I hadn't realised how being submerged completely blocks out all sound. It is a very peaceful place to be indeed. I hadn't tried it since being a child, well a much younger one! lol Thanks for this. 10 from smiling, a little more relaxed today! Tai
Much the best way to deal with an inconvenient phone call :) Good write
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5/2/2024 10:54:40 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Good write, Red. Tight, compact and with a touch of humor and some practical advice. I've done the same but never pretended to be 'the poor drowned wretch! ' Best, Hugh