Wednesday, July 29, 2009

Listening to a house

(inspired by C. Beth)

The hum of the refrigerator,
Whoosh of air conditioning,
Passing cars on the way somewhere important,
The tick-tock of a clock marking the passing of the day.

My house is quiet.

No gossiping of neighbors,
No conspiring of sisters,
No laughter of friends planning dinner,
The tick-tock of the clock marking the passing of time.

My house is lonely.

No baby giggles signaling delight,
No toddler screams expressing frustration,
No persistent “why?” from a curious child,
The tick-tock of a clock marking the passing of life.

My house is empty.

I rarely write anything in poem form but Beth's poem today set off a bit of reflection and a nagging need to respond. By no means do I think this is any good and I debated about posting it but that's what this blog is about - somewhere to let out whatever creative urges I feel, missteps and all.


C. Beth said...

I think it's fantastic, and I have tears in my eyes.

AmyK. said...

Sad and lovely at the same time.

HappyOrganist said...

"count your blessings!" says I.

Hey - you have as many blogs as I do!

I don't know you at all, but if you want kids (again - have no idea what your situation is) - but assuming you haven't been trying for like 20 years or something like that - just enjoy your free time (take a nap!). that's what I'd do.

And if you do want kids, try acupuncture. That's how we got our 3rd.
Nice photos, btw. Lovely writing.

Susan said...

I think it's excellent.
I have always lived in an active home - noise, commotion, you name it. Your poem triggered many emotions. Listening to the quiet seems inviting at times, but the emptiness makes me feel sad.
Very well done!!!!

Hugsss, Susan