DocAndersen
If the quiet overwhelms and
spreading
beyond the edges of its
the carefully crafted container of titanium
and brass. What then?
Will we
in shattering the glass
to bring forth the noise
be frantic and
flay about seeking egress from the quiet?
or
in stopping
will we pause instead
and relishing the quiet pause
the eternal DVR of forever pause
stop
pause
play
rewind
forever is a quiet noisy loud place
and the eyes close
it is time to sleep.
Turn your mind off and have happy dreams. Easier said that done sometimes.
I suspect we struggle with that (all of us) more often than we would admit.
When quiet overwhelms and spreading
its the perfect moment
to stay away from crafted container
noisy panic too
to be a breath
or beautiful dreams.
That is a wonderful poem – perfect for poetry month!
Yep! …and that’s yours, Doc…
I loved yours as well Albert, Noisy panic Too sounds like well every day!
It’s a daily chorus in many spaces behind the door indeed, even in sleep time….