Noises

Ecclesiastes 4:6 

Better a handful with quietness
than both hands full, together with toil and grasping for the wind.

 

 

Here is a new day and quiet is already gone.

The heater softly zooms to keep the temperature up to par.

The way of life now noisy but to be considered peaceful

only to be noticed in the night when daylight is still far.

 

Quiet is only noticed when stillness is expected.

Does it have to do with a frame of heart?

Maybe that is what’s wrong with today’s living.

Serenity has departed and can’t run this far.

 

Computer is buzzing and the fridge does its part.

The birds and ferrets sleeping ...  no noise they are producing.

The heater kicked on again and disguises other noises.

Maybe that is what sleep is for in a card deck with only deuces.

 

Jan Wienen

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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