Ten to ten again
One of those nights
Ten to one
I start another fight
Ten to ten again
Let’s go home
Ten to one
I’ll be alone
Ten to the end
Another ten friends
Ten score – ten more
Went away – ten to yesterday
24th Oct 2025 – Shared with Poets and Storytellers United #200
It sounds like a fun poem the nights circulating around ten, with an undercurrent of loneliness
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That was a twenty-year-old me, on many depressing UK nights….!
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this fits with last week’s Gut Punch prompt as well – solid and resonant. Jae
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I wanted to write something for last week’s prompt but ran out of time.
Thanks Jae 🙏
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Oh, the mood is palpable! Which makes me glad it’s not recent.
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I’m in bed with a good book by ten to ten these days! Haha!
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It’s like a fun tounge twister. Suddenly the word “ten” doesn’t seem real. My last name is “red” and “man.
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There must a word to describe this feeling….
DeepSeek tells me:
Semantic Satiation: This is a psychological phenomenon where repetition causes a word or phrase to temporarily lose meaning for the listener, who then perceives the speech as repeated meaningless sounds.
Jamais Vu: This is the opposite of déjà vu (“already seen”). Jamais vu (“never seen”) is the feeling of unfamiliarity with something that you know is familiar. Staring at a common word until it looks wrong, strange, or like it’s misspelled is a classic example of jamais vu. Semantic satiation is often considered a specific type of jamais vu.
Wordnesia: This is a more modern, informal, and playful term for the exact feeling you described. It’s a portmanteau of “word” and “amnesia,” and it’s perfect for casual conversation. For example, “I was writing ‘brief’ and got a sudden case of wordnesia—it looked completely wrong.”
I’m learning things today! And…..I feel a poem coming on!
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Wordnesia is a good word to describe a word on the tip of the tongue. Pleased you are still learning things writing poetry, reading books, and are in bed by ten and no longer starting fights. :)
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I was never the one starting fights but life in the UK in the 80s always kept me on edge, especially at night. Too many morons just looking for trouble.
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Enjoyed the nursery rhyme like poem
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Thanks 🙏
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Love the rhythm of this.
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Thanks 🙏 I actually made it into a song with a crumby out of tune guitar some time back then too. I can still feel that rhythm (there was little melody!)
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At one time or another, I imagine we have all experienced what your very clever poem is saying. Cheers. Great writing.
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Thanks Helen 🙏
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Great rhythm in this poem, Shaun!
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Thank you! 🙏
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Poor 20-year-old!
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The best of times, the worst of times, as they say.
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