The Thud Of Silence
We're bombarded with soundFrom the time we awake
It stays the day round
Impossible to shake
Almost endless, this cacophony
Appallingly surrounds us
This cacophonic noise monotony
Continuously pounds us
Clanging bells
Screeching tires
Angry yells
Conveying ire
Talk, talk, talk and talk some more
Unfruitful endless chatter
Designed to offend and bore
With words that do not matter
With a thud of silence, noise now past
Head on pillow, the world seems right
The cacophony, thankfully does not last
As we peacefully dream in our silent night
by Stan Cooper...7/31/10 graphic by Don Hunt
Poetry by Stan Cooper
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Written on 2010-08-04 at 17:38
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