Sounds of Silence

Sounds of Silence

Gone, and sorely missed.
Since that first day of instability,
inability to navigate
a straight line, and its week-long
recovery. Everything spinning,
until inner ear cleared. Silence,
once held dear, replaced
by constant ringing, bringing
this listener to his knees.
He’s not known a quiet moment, since.

OctPoWriMo 2019 offers Silence as a prompt for Day 11.  Around 1990, an inner ear infection had me laid up for a week, my equilibrium totally shot.  Since then, I have had non-stop tinnitus in my left ear, some days worse than others.  This week has been particularly bad.

In the Stillness of the Night

In the Stillness of the Night

In the Stillness of the Night.jpgSilence, once a friend,
nay, once a lover
with arms embracing me
in warmth and fingers
stroking, gently
lulling, me to sleep,
has left my side, displaced
by incessant ringing,
a drone so maddening
as to be tiresome,
without the benefit
of a sleep that will not
bed with cacophony.

And so I make do
with white noise. True,
no lover, but a friend
to shield me, that sleep
might also be my friend.

I do miss silence.

This is in response to Sounds of Silence at dVerse, where the  challenge for Poetics from Dwight Roth is to write a poem about the human condition that alludes to silence.

Judge Not

Judge NotJudge Not

Dam the tide of tolerance,
the hypocrites all cry.
Of course we judge your morals,
though we may not comply.

Judge then, if you must so judge,
your own sins to forgive.
Damn you, your intolerance,
our lives are ours to live.

This is my response to Jane Dougherty’s A Month with Yeats: Day Eight (each day a new Yeats quote).

“The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned” – W.B. Yeats

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Give Me Silence


Give Me Silence

All I ask for is silence
Relief from this awful tone
That just won’t leave me alone

It started with imbalance
That laid me up for a spell
Gave me an earache from hell

I’ve had a buzz ever since
If it could just be a tune
It drives me mad as a loon

So I say with reluctance
I’m sure it won’t likely pass
It’s been a pain in the ass

Jane Dougherty’s Poetry Challenge #49: Painful silence is to write a poem of at least three stanzas, with a rhyme pattern of abb, acc, add, etc. She also offers five word suggestions: silence, raucous, pulse, haven, lethargic and silver, with a graphic titled Deep Dream, White Noise. Unless I’m feeling it, I have a hard time writing about pain, so I couldn’t really get into this challenge. My response is pretty simple, with rhyme, but no real meter. I guess you could say I just mailed this one in. (And yes, once again, I’m late with this response.)
…By the way, I’ve had ringing in my left year for the last 25 years.

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Peace, If Not Quiet

Peace, If Not Quiet

Heed the silence that white noise breeds
Its waves rippling across the expanse
Reaching eagle, stag and man

As its message cascades forth
Carrying peace, if you but hear it,
Heed the silence that white noise breeds

Abandon hope for tonality in its roar
Instead, find comfort in its strength
Its waves rippling across the expanse

Braided tresses of sound flowing
Invoking silence from all who hear
Reaching eagle, stag and man

This is my reply to Jane Dougherty’s Poetry Challenge #33: Silent cascade, which is to write a cascade poem inspired by a waterfall painting, with these suggested words: cascade, tresses, eagle, abandon and rippling.
Cascade ~ four three-line stanzas, without rhyme
                ~ three lines of the first verse used successively as last lines of following verses
                ~ line pattern A/B/C, d/e/A, f/g/B, h/i/C
                ~ longer poems may be created by having a longer first verse
Image source: Wikipedia (Silence, Waterfall and Forest by Arthur Bowen Davies, (1862-1928)