Sounds wrapped in clean cotton,
an old man turning off his hearing aid,
mouths like deep sea fishes,
swallowed on currents of whisper.
Splashing children, those treble mutterings--
little radios keeping
company to an empty house.
Bubble music from
an ice cream truck
and bleating gulls--
their clamor
dampened by the glass wall
you’ve fashioned around yourself,
the only noise that matters--
a vacuum of throb and push,
the warp and weft of blood
as it pulses through your inner ear.
10 comments:
Oh I love this Liza. Such emotion in those words.
Makes me want to go to the beach.
You started with the cotton in ears and that's how I felt throughout the poem, as if walking along the beach so focused on the water that the other sounds were muffled in my head.
Straight From Hel
a slow motion morning walk, and now, I have sand all over my feet. Where did that come from..
Nice poem! I really liked the unique feel of it.
When we lived in Fernandina, I loved to go walking by myself on the beach. It was very soothing. Of course, once I got my umbrella staked (by someone else) I love sitting in my beach chair and reading a good book, listening to waves, birds, people, and wind. I also really liked the smell of the salt. The combined experience was very relaxing. I envy your beach time. *sigh*
being somewhere and to take in the beauty and the music of the area such as a beach. have a good weekend.
Now that sounds like some solitude. "Bubble music from an ice cream truck..." -- Not sure what that is but I like the way it sounds.
Nice poetry.
Lee
Tossing It Out
Deft word work here, Thank you Liza! I thoroughly lost myself in your poem.
:)
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