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| When the dark waters of the sky quench the fire of the day, birds sleep in secret places lamps are extinguished and I lay my head down in expectation of silent escape. In the cradle of my pillow the thrum of my pulse echoes in my ear. The fan hums and drums a big band? no, a symphony the music insistent it ricochets from wall to wall. Roll over and it stops but there’s a vibration to the night the earth emits a low growl menacing a response to the retreating light. Dreams create from this other worlds into which I am thrown. Voices arise from sparking synapses. There is chaos in this imperfect silence and I am glad to wake to the choking cough of the coffee pot. Written for Promptly Poetry "Promptly Poetry Challenge (2024-2025)"  Week 41 Prompt Write a poem about silence. Explore its different aspects (eerie, peaceful, anxiety-provoking, etc.). |
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