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Click hereQuiet.
Sipping coffee. Alone.
Ceiling fan whirrs
emulating my thoughts.
Constant.
Sounds.
Humming icemaker
keeps me company.
Always there.
Dependable.
Furnace.
Sudden whooshing,
upcycle now.
Cozy and warm.
Thanks.
Wall clock.
Never misses a beat.
Always ticking,
irritatingly right.
Reliable.
The cat.
Scratching for entry,
meal and hugs.
Sleeping somewhere.
Traitor.
Whirring.
Humming and whooshing.
Ticking and scratching.
Inconsonant symphony.
Silence.
This poem was mentioned in the New Poems Review in the Poetry Forum.
permeates the normal everyday 'silence' in our everyday lives and its only during a power outage that we hear the 'noise of true silence'..
or do those pervasive background sounds swallow the silence?
It's truly hard to find genuine silence anymore.
Nicely done.
Regards, Jack
Describes so well the background sounds we never notice as they are swallowed by silence. Quick, someone turn on a radio.