My Search For Silence Poem by Mary Nagy
My Search For Silence
I'll sit here in my bedroom
where the silence is sometimes deafening
(when I have thoughts on my mind
that need to be discussed) .
As I clear my mind to listen
to the silence
I realize there is no silence here.
The ticking of the old wind-up alarm clock
becomes so loud...
I feel compelled to move
my ''experiment'' to another room.
I find a comfortable spot
in the bathroom.
Sitting on the bench that normally holds
the all-important reading material
I begin to listen for the silence.
It takes very little time
for me to realize this is not the room
for silence.
The sink begins dripping
almost as if to mock me
and say ''Silence...yeah right! ''
I tighten the faucet only
to be laughed at by the toilet
as it makes it's usual
groan while it levels off the water in the bowl.
This is surely not the room for silence.
I head to the kitchen.
There must be silence here.
I find it still and quiet until I really listen.
The flourescent light above the stove
is whining as if to say ''I'm here! ''
I turn it off and begin my quest for silence
once more.
The refridgerator lets out a God-awful noise
that makes me jump.
It only last a few seconds but it's enough
to ruin the mood.
I begin to wonder if silence
can ever truly be found
in a house that is lived in.
I go sit in the living room.
As I plop down on the micro-suede couch
and listen to the music it makes against my flannel pajamas
I laugh.
Who wants silence?
I love the sounds of my life.
This house is full of sounds...
love, laughter, water dripping, lights flickering,
the clocks ticking....
and I'm listening
and loving every sound!
lol... Mary this caught both, my sense of humor, and my empathy. A true poem in today's society where nothing seems to calm, especially in our own family surroundings. Thanks. :)
Wonderfuly true. But yet it is the sounds we love, we can do with out Patricia
what a delightful response to the theme, Mary! And you were the silence in which all these sounds were heard! Congratulations and a big smile from me too!
Your elegant verse reminds me that one of the best meditations (especially for children) is to sit quietly and attend to all the ambient sounds, until one can even hear one's breath. Presence to all is a doorway across a threshold that is as profound as being present to oneself.
I think this poem is buzzin' Mary. The celebration towards the end is great. All the best and keep it up. Love Becky! ! !
Tapping your feet to the rhythm of life, what a joy.I remember doing a walk up Ben Nevis in Scotland, when my friend and myself did actually reach the summit, I could have cried.I had not felt this at peace since I was a Child.The silence was so close and so intence that you felt it was watching you.There were candles light and photos of people who had passed away, It was like a vigil.Amazing poem here.Thankyou Mary, you seem to always be able to trigger off something worth remembering or something worth learning from.Love Duncan
I like the upturn at the end, Mary. It leaves the reader with a song in her heart. Warm regards, Gina.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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I found sitting at the bottem of the swimming pool helps, (pool full of water! !) , nice poem mary, have a great day xxx