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Silence
by Jay DavenportI sit and listen to my kitten
lapping away at his water bowl.
The soft sound breaks the silence
I live in, disturbs the peace,
the quiet, the stillness of my life.
A faint hum from my computer
is the only other sound;
The TV is no longer on constantly,
the air conditioner has decided
the room is cool enough, for now.
The only people talking to me
are a couple friends through a headset.
My life, so deficient in silence before,
is now defined by it.
The lack of sound is as deafening
as the cacophony that preceded it.
I sit here in my silence, and I think,
and I wait, and I wonder
if or when the noise will ever return,
and if it does, what it will sound like. 01/14/2008 Posted on 01/14/2008
Copyright © 2024 Jay Davenport
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Anita Mac on 01/14/08 at 06:06 AM With a kitten? I wouldn't wonder so much as worry... Nice bit here. |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 01/14/08 at 02:26 PM As John Cage pointed out, silence can be a music all by itself! One just has to listen for it. |
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