No kids or the sisters or the puppy
Finally.
Some quiet.
Can I describe quiet?
No.
It's like Yoko painting wind:
You get the idea. You don't get the wind.
I covet quiet.
My brain gets so noisy
so chatter-fillled, so busy-doing, so wikkid burnin' up
everydayallthetimenomatterwhat so
I covet quiet like a dog to his sock.
I need that piece of peace to gnaw on
to tug apart, to break into pieces
so I can swallow it whole.
So I can wake in the morning
with my jaw sore from trying:
my bits demolished and mulled into mush
every part of me sore and undone and
waiting how I do
waiting for that quiet,
waiting for this quiet
at last.
At last.
Be very quiet, now. Quiet is good.
Yes it is I hope it lasts. Have a relaxing, peaceful weekend.
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ReplyDeletethat's all. yes.
quiet is good. (I'm whispering.)
ReplyDelete"I covet quiet like a dog to his sock.
ReplyDeleteI need that piece of peace to gnaw on
to tug apart, to break into pieces
so I can swallow it whole."
Awesome. I never ever valued quiet like I do now as a mama to three.
Gimme QUIET!!!!
Oops. Sorry to disrupt yours but I ain't getting any this weekend.
:-)
I am covetous of your quiet. I have to wait until the 5 espressos my children seem to have imbibed wear off.
ReplyDeleteI can only presume this means you've got your entire family - and puppy - bound and gagged in your basement.
ReplyDeleteGood work.
Ah, the quiet. Such a precious, precious thing.
ReplyDeleteI stay up too late for that very reason.
ReplyDeleteI love your poetry. I don't usually 'get' poetry, and maybe that wasn't what you were going for, but I liked it. :)
ReplyDeleteMy mom got into the habit of staying up until 11:30 or midnight every night just to sit in the quiet.
ReplyDeleteI absolutely, totally, one hundred percent get this. Brilliant.
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