Poetry Friday: The Sense of Hearing

If anything, this week’s Poetry Friday Word/Theme has been challenging. How do you communicate hearing in a visual medium such as a blog post? It’s like comparing sex to “when two people love each other, they come together and make a baby”…all the nuances and romance and sexysexysex is left out. Thus lies the challenge.

Feel free to turn the dial up on your blog post today, in reference to our sense of Hearing. Sing something…tell us a story…laugh and cry out loud…whisper sweet nothings in my ear….

Have a good weekend, y’all!


Sergei Turned Off the Furnace Fan

He turned off the fan
That keeps our house afloat.
We drifted in silence.

And then came
The sounds that were
Always there,
The sounds
We never heard
Over the constant rush
Of forced air.

The Boy in his room, tapping his foot to the sounds of his video game.
The Girl in the kitchen, humming tunelessly, making a sandwich.
The cat purring on the back of the sofa.
Someone next door using a power tool in annoyance.
The sweet sleepy breathing of Him as he napped.
Our kind old house, creaking and settling, a growth spurt at 70.
The crispy finality of book pages being turned with a moistened finger.

The air grew stale, and the fan was turned on.
We're back in our balloon.
And
I miss what I can hear in the silence.


I Love To Hear Ani (she makes me feel powerful and tingly):