The Deafening

by Maple Tree   Mar 9, 2020


I hear broken syllables
mixed with chaotic traffic
travelling around my mind.

Its like New York City -
back to back words
screaming, honking-

move
shift
shuffle
move again

Poetry becomes ugly
road rage as I try to make
sense of it all, drowning thoughts
with cappuccino and messages
from the spirit world.

Deaf ears hear clicking,
like crickets with their mouth full-
I understand because lips move and curve
to the beat of sounds,
I allow the aides to sleep
in my night stand.

I question what I hear
or am urged to hear because
magical visions over take my soul
but for the hearing impaired we connect
with ones who have no voice
its a gift to see what can not be seen
and write to give it breath
to give it life
for all eternity.

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  • 2 weeks ago

    by Tony Grannell

    Helo Maple Tree,
    I am delighted this won. An excellent poem and most deserving.
    Regards, Tony.

  • 3 weeks ago

    by Mark

    Broken syllables, chaotic traffic! Beautifully written perspective Ms Maple

  • 3 weeks ago

    by Milly Hayward

    When hearing is impaired things seem so much louder in your head than outside. The chaos here is moulded into something beautiful x

  • 3 weeks ago

    by Tony Grannell

    Hello Maple Tree,
    You bring the reader into the cacophonic mayhem of a New York state of mind and yet while midst the madness you hear the enchantments of silence that give life to the unknown, the unknowns that only a poet can hear. A wonderful passage of poetry. Accolades galore for this one.
    Regards, Tony.

  • 3 weeks ago

    by Brenda

    This is beautiful Andrea! You truly hear so much more then others do because you listen from your heart. Hugs you-

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