Inappropriate Laughter

This is in response to the prompt Friday Writings #226: Inappropriate Laughter

In the school assembly line, 

as the message of the day was read,

she remembered something funny.

In the silent classroom,

while the lesson moved on,

a dog chased its tail in her mind.

When friends grieved a defeat,

old jokes somehow returned.

They made her giggle in place of tears.

At a candlelit dinner,

her partner shared his troubles,

an awkward kiss brought a smile.

That mind no longer wanders.

Somewhere along the long road,

strange things happen to us all.

When The World Lowers Its Voice

In response to Optional prompt : write about the time of day you like best, and why.

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When The World Lowers Its Voice

Life is not for us to control.
We don’t choose
whether there will be quiet—
or company.

It isn’t easy being a man.
A caring husband.
A loving father.
A productive worker.
Sometimes,
a traveler to faraway lands.

In my homeland,
I chase the light.
I cherish each moment
that makes up the day.

When I am alone,
the night belongs to me.

Because the day—
has been sold
for a few dollars more.

At night,
thoughts arrive
without urgency.

Silence sits beside me.
It does not judge me
when—

I am the writer.
The poet.
The artist.
The philosopher too.

The world lowers its voice.
So do I.

And nothing asks me
who I am,
or what
I should become.