“Hear, hear,” quiet sound…my poem
don’t try to unhear it
Hear, hear
Can you hear it?
You’re alone,
the walls don’t talk,
the plants don’t talk,
the rabbit in the yard
makes no sound,
the chair just sits there,
nature’s murmuring is too far away…
“silence” is a word
but if you say it…
Can you think a tune?
How much noise is “quiet”?
Of course,
disdain the tintinnabulation of the bells,
but listen for that small sweet note,
and hum it for a sec…
you can’t unhear it.
August 20, 2025
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