A sudden quiet engulfs our living room
When I turn off the television.
The din replaced by the steady tick-tock,
The swinging pendulum of our old wall clock,
Tick-tock,
The wheezing snores of our sleeping beagle,
Tick-tock, wheeze,
Monique turning a paperback page,
Tick-tock, wheeze, flip,
And the clickety-clack of the keys as I write this poem.
Tick-tock, wheeze, flip, clickety clack.
Tick-tock, wheeze, flip, clickety clack.
Tick-tock, wheeze, flip, clickety clack.
And then, no more clickety-clack.
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I like this a lot!
ReplyDeleteIt's good to see you writing again, John. This is very nice.
ReplyDeleteYou forgot to mention the delightful lightness in the living room, now that box loads of paper and comic books have been removed. No wonder you were inspired to pause, breath deeply and listen to the quite. You are a poet, my dear man.
ReplyDeleteI second...or is it that I "fourth" the comments above.
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