A Quieted Place
A quiet place
A song
A horror story
Someplace where we want to be
Sometimes
A park
The parking lot at the stadium
Night with lights outside
Inside with a candle
Or with nothing
But our senses
As they are
I carry the noise
You might
And so must have another
Point and counterpoint
To make a wash of sound
And give me (us) echoes of the sea
Or some such ambiance
For peace
C L Couch
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January 22, 2020 at 3:23 pm
Yes, the wash of some sound as counterpoint, that’s how we hear silence. Lovely way of putting it.
January 24, 2020 at 1:45 am
Thank you, Jane.–Christopher
January 24, 2020 at 8:55 am
🙂
January 23, 2020 at 3:07 am
the olfactory elements you build with your words is pure genius. love the battling balance of gentleness and horror in here!
To make a wash of sound
And give me (us) echoes of the sea
Sigh.
January 24, 2020 at 1:46 am
Thank you! I’m glad that aspect of the poem came through for you.
January 28, 2020 at 7:48 am
Yes, it definitely did!