The highway battered the air
my ears
yesterday morning
two miles became
two meters
howling cycles of tires
deranged engines
dug their fingers
into the back door, pushed
into the epidermis of the house
I stopped up my ears
hid in the closet
wanting them to go away
They kept coming
Today the mercy of fog
silences the screams
cuts them down like a
silver sickle
drives them
from my ears
I go back to bed
The silence
is unbearable
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Oh, wow! What conviction you write with – outstanding.
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Thank you, VJ! I appreciate you reading.
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My pleasure, Jilly.
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Silence is a double-edged sound – the dramatic contrasts – very visual worlds of words Jilly
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Thank you, Laura. I trust you are settled in your new visual world…
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Seeing things very differently – thanks Jilly
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Such a bleak ending. It’s a powerful piece, Jilly.
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The mercy of the fog, but then the removal of all feeling. Nice tension between those opposing needs — we can either feel or not, no middle ground really. Liked the two miles becomes two meters.
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The silence of the road or the Other? Nothing is ever as easy as it seems on first read. That’s what I enjoy about reading your poetry!
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Thanks Charley! If the noise of the world is gone, what are we left with?
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The noise of the REAL world.
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Or just our thoughts.
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…or that.
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Interesting poetic narrative, in which not a visual cue was let slip, as if the window to the soul was indeed shut amidst the howling and battering. The ending sure made my ears pop!
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Ha! Clever response, Colin. Thanks!
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