Silence
SILENCE
Silence – nothing
The flood gates burst wide open,
Words come pouring in.
Often mindless babble
Drowns my silence - now a din.
The tide’s gone out, and now,
Splendid isolation, bird flown,
My space, a controlled domain,
Becomes once more my own,
Silence – nothing
A well intentioned call,
Invasion without thinking,
Outward? Smile upon the face,
Inward? Spirit sinking.
Return of voices, come to ‘talk’,
However not with you but at,
Relief when silence reigns,
Gone, the vacuous chit or chat
Silence – nothing
Why subject me to monologues,
No time for my reply,
Topic often alien.
What makes them feel they have to try?
I must have a sign on my head
‘You talk, it seems I’m dumb’
Blotting paper (me) absorbs the noise.
Eventually my brain goes numb.
Silence – nothing – thank God
Isobel
Wed 12th Aug 2009 22:20
Make that three Stephen... An interesting poem - one I find easy and yet hard to identify with - now there's a paradox for you. I do love peace and quiet cos I rarely get it. On the other hand I love to be part of a throng and all the racket that goes with it - probably cos I grew up in rather a large nest. Whilst on holiday, I took to wearing ear plugs to block out my sister's snoring but I take it your problem with noise runs a bit deeper . I think you need to make an effort to talk back and then maybe it wouldn't feel like noise but communication - or maybe it is easy for me to talk.