Open Poetry #12 |
Familiar Love |
Joyce Johnson
since 2001-03-10
Posts 9912Washington State |
Familiar love, like a ticking clock, Kept every day sound filled. Its steadiness unheard by me Until the voice was stilled. The TV turned to football, A softly clearing throat, Merely background noises Of which to take no note. His running of the water In routine daily showers, So tranquil, but in memory, So loud it over-powers. The rustling of the paper As he turns another page. His noise of indignation As he reads of some outrage. The quiet in this winter Of my life is hard to bear. How can one miss the constancy, Unnoticed when it's there? So loud, the ticking of the clock. On my cheek a silent tear In homage to those little sounds, No longer there to hear. September 2000 |
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Mysteria
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
Oh this was so poignant and familiar to me, as I am sure to many. The very things that we hate the most are the ones we miss. This was very well done, and I loved your analogies as well as the constant, even rhythm. Great read! ~*~A poet is someone who reads more than they write ~*~ |
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Packratmike Senior Member
since 2001-02-25
Posts 632California, USA |
This is a great poem. Very touching. Packratmike |
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