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The sound of chattering

In the silence waiting

in the repose of the weary

lies the thread of memory

lost in 

the day to day hustle. 

The silence

spreading slowly

as if oil

covering everything

and nothing.

Dare you disturb my response?

rising

you smile

but 

i cannot see laughter

any longer

hanging in the air with

the sound of tin ears

and cups that

water spilling

hits the floor

and washes the dust

into the crevice

where it to

is eaten by the silence.

  • I wrote this poem 40 years ago when I was asked to clean my room!

    • Yes
    • No
  • I wrote this poem 40 years ago when I was asked to clean my room! Did you ever tell you parents it wasn’t fair?

    • Yes
    • No

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Written by DocAndersen

I am a long time blogger and technology poster.I focus on what is possible, but I also try to see what is coming. In recent years I have been focused on sharing the memories of my family, as part of my Family History Project.

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