Blissful Quiet

You are at home, alone, when suddenly, a few people come in, noisy, jabbering, each one trying to out-shout one another

Quiet,

blissful quiet,

a silence only disturbed

by the sweet call

of bird to bird.

A blissfully quiet

languid day,

when suddenly,

it's as if a marching band

came through the door,

drums banging,

horns blaring,

a loud obnoxious tune.

 

My heart

begins to beat

a faster rate,

as a tuba

begins to blare,

sucking

all the oxygen

out of the room.

 

The room is over-flowing

with noise

and no matter

if it is the clarinet

or the violin,

added together,

it's just

too much.

 

06/09

Reviews

[Nancy Lee Shrader]

oh the poetry of silence. However, many times the mind fills the silence with noise. Well Written Piece.