It’s Weirdly Quiet

When it’s quiet
I think I’m deaf or dead
But—
How do I tell?

So, I say (quiet)
Hey—
Anybody out there?

Sometimes
The cat comes (quiet)
But all remains—
Quiet

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Quiet out there

 

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Author: Mara Eastern

I'm a sardonic blogger, snapper, scribbler and rhymer; a virtual space invader who indulges in cheerful negativism, morbid self-deprecation and bleak humour.

8 thoughts

  1. That’s a beautiful picture. Is that around where you live?

    It’s rare to find real silence … there’s always some white noise.

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    1. Sadly, the picture is from a different place from where I live – I love rivers, ponds and lakes, so I’d welcome having a lovely lake like this nearby.

      Perfect silence is almost impossible – I don’t mind white noise, but recently, a new nonstop music bar opened right under my flat, so I’m getting a lot of noise at all times of day and night. So when they turn the volume down so I can’t hear it, the sudden silence is overwhelming. But nice.

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