Thursday, July 09, 2015

Whispers of Silence

Whispers of Silence

Tinnitus bells ringing the livelong day,
Makes the sound of silence hard to define;
The aggravation never goes away,
As my ears ring and pop, whistle and whine.
I can't understand voices on my phone,
When I take a message, much of it's guessed.
I seek quiet places, sit all alone,
Isolated, my hearing needs a rest.
Do fish in the ocean look at the land,
And contemplate being there if they're caught?
A concept as easy to understand
Is absence of sound -- it’s a foreign thought.
I cannot explain, not adequately,
What whispers of silence would mean to me.

Mick McKellar
July 2015

I don't remember if I have ever known silence.


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