does the traffic ever still
in your neck of the woods
does it all just
stop
and go quiet?
nothing but the birds
nothing but the breeze
lifting subtle fragrances
juggling falling leaves
and what do you do
when it's just the quiet and you
when all the noise is up and gone
what do you do
when the aural by-products of this life
no longer ring in your ears
(I'm waiting for a break in the traffic and it comes, along with a light plane a power saw and a nearby barking dog, then the traffic picks up.)
what do you do
with these small
pieces of peace
i save mine
for the high decibel times
for when
everything
gets too loud
i make noiseless minutes
from the scant quiet seconds
i hoard them
i hold them
closer than my skin
i let them flow through me
loose sands on an ebbing tide
that "close your eyes
mmmmmm the ride" glide
i can taste the silence
in the back of my throat
as it spreads to my ears
to my nose
it tingles on my skin a touch
a quiet riot in me
and of my own i suppose
can you hear the world
in your neck of the woods
the world behind the noise
the simplicity
amongst the fuss
soft nothings
are priceless
and we just don't
get enough
About the Creator
Bren
"It's just a token of my extreme!" - Frank Zappa
"Cause it's all in the heat of the moment It's all in the pain!!!" - Devin Townsend
Centre Stage with the wonderful Heather Hubler
Comments (2)
Omg its so lovely!!!!!!!!!!!!!
There magic in the silence between the rhythm of the cacophony