Hear no evil

More of a prose poem rather than poetry - about noise/sound. Ironically written a few years ago before I lost most of my hearing. Still, I’d have to say my views have not changed much

Hear No Evil �" (or: What if I were deaf?)

-Wouldn’t have to explain why I was ignoring the world

-Wouldn’t have to excuse myself so often to leave noisy places

I would join that faction of the deaf community 

that simply sees their state of being as a culture

 �" not a disability

-I’d be a hundred-fold more productive as a writer; with no noisy interruptions

-I could still give sound advice

be a sounding board

and a resounding success;

sing praises of the praiseworthy.

-I could still use sonars and sonograms

and use expressions beginning with “Sounds like...”

-Could still be the squeaky wheel that gets the grease

-Could auction off my $300 Bose noise-cancellation head-set 

and live the white noise of my own creation.

-I would bask in the contradictions of seeing noise but not hearing it

Out of sight would literally turn into out of mind �" at peace.

Perhaps.

Easy enough to say after sixty years of hearing it all.

Author's Note

Always happy to gather suggestions and pointers. Not married to my words!

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

On the other hand, you'd lose Bach.