Poetry Month: What Can You Hear in Silence? 6 of 30

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Only in the quiet
can you hear
the bubbling of the fish tank;
the clicking of the dog's feet
across the hardwood floor.

Only in the quiet
can you hear
the rumble of the truck;
the hum of electricity
racing from darkness to light.

Only in the quiet
can you hear
the reflections of the day;
the memories
of times cherished.

Only in the quiet
can you hear
your true voice;
the stories and words
that fill your soul.

@Cathy L. Mere, 2015

Thanks to Margaret Simon, Leigh Anne Eck, Michelle Haseltine, Linda Baie, Julieanne Harmatz, and Kevin Hodgson for giving the final push.  We are linking using the hashtag #digipoetry.  I have to also thank my everyday poetry mentors Mary Lee Hahn & Amy Ludwig Vanderwater.  They continually inspire me.  You'll find more poetry on the sidebar. 


Comments

  1. CarolApril 7, 2015 at 11:33 PM

    Some big truth here. I can write poetry "only in the silence" of the early, early morning. I love the way repetition works in this poem.

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  2. SharonApril 8, 2015 at 2:25 AM

    Quiet is an amazing time!!! I like to sit on my bench out under the trees and listen to the "quiet"..

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  3. LoraleeApril 12, 2015 at 12:58 PM

    Mmm...Only in the quiet...Oh how I need to cherish those moments even more...

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