It can get noisy can't it?
It's wonderful to have family around and it great to wave goodbye.
My poetic thoughts about it.
Visits
- A Sonnet
©
2012 Rolland G. Smith
What
is this? This nothing, I hear and feel.
It
was not here just a moment ago.
Just
then it seemed that only noise was real
With
chattered talk and din - a loud tableau.
There
was the clink on glass and plates to clean
And
conversation’s noise around the room.
All
families come with sound when they convene
To
tell of life and laughter they exhume.
We
oft forget to hold the silent space
That
disappears within the clattered noise.
When
gone, it leaves no sign, no note, no trace,
But
reappears when sound has lost its poise.
With
children present silence leaves to roam
But
then returns when grandkids head on home.
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