Tag Archives: Life

In Earnest

 

The quiet of dawn

Was a wonderful spell

I cherish the moment

But I’ve something to tell.

Ginger, my friend, said

I think there is more

The sun’s in the sky

And we’re keeping score.

It happens in earnest

The day will begin

The peace of the morning

Is gone on a whim.

There’s breakfast and dressing

The others to awake

I hate to admit it

It’s not a mistake.

To pay for this life

We cherish each day

It comes with a cost

There’s no other way.

We must get to work

With crowds all around

Fighting with traffic

Oh, what a sound!

There’s huffing and puffing

And scurrying about

It happens each day

I leave you no doubt.

Exhaustion sets in

As you dream for an end

Counting the days

Till you can amend.

Fondly remember

The peace that you had

And know in your heart

The rest isn’t bad.

I’m Just Say’n!

 

My first time on earth

Was the moment of birth

When my feet hit the ground

I was running!

 

Move on a few years

Through laughter and tears

And I ain’t stopping

For nuthin!

 

They say time catches on

To where I have gone

The ravages will show

Notwithstanding.

 

That’s really just fine

I think it’s a sign

Cuz now I am running

on wheels.

 

Life is for living

And it’s all I am giving

I think I’ll be here

For a while!

Noisy Silence

It’s been very hot here this past week, occasionally  making it into the high 40s Celsius (100+F) and the room with my computer has no air conditioning so I have no post written for today.  Never fear . . this Blast From My Past was written in July 2013.

Do you ever sit in a quiet room and listen, I mean truly listen? Close your eyes and pay attention. I can hear the wind off my balcony gently blowing through the trees. I can hear my refrigerator humming its ubiquitous sound of cold. I can hear the highway and a steady drone of cars whizzing by. A bird, a gull I think, probably searching for lunch, loudly. There’s a banging, somebody doing construction. Oh yes and a car horn screeching its presence. Oops, a car alarm screams in protest, at what I do not know. A truck backs up, punctuating the world with his irritating beep, beep, beep, beep…

You see I believe true silence is illusory. Even when a room is deathly quiet, it is not silent. Spend some time in a library. It is one of the noisiest places that advocates silence. Listen carefully. The librarian is admonishing someone for something. Someone else is on the phone directing someone to the appropriate department. With the advent of computers there is a constant clicking of the keyboards. I can hear pages turning, sometimes in anger. There is the irritated sigh as someone looks for a book but cannot find it. Pages rustle and footsteps clack on the uncarpeted floor. There is no silence here.

 Once upon a time our world was much quieter. We didn’t have cars and computers and the ever present hum of electricity. Our nights were darker, we didn’t have the light pollution of all the towns around us. I believe as a people we were calmer. Now we want more and more. No matter what we have, we crave new and better. What is that? What is it the psychobabble of the day is saying: relax, chill, be cool. Well it’s true! We live noisy and harried lives. We rarely seem to take the time to stop and smell the roses. Even when we relax it’s doing something energetic and noisy. Ah yes, the sounds of silence: the ever present white noise that surrounds our lives. I just heard that they actually sell machines that emit white noise because it is often difficult for some people to sleep when things are too quiet.

I wonder if we would know what to do if all sound stopped. I wonder if people who are completely deaf actually experienced true silence? All I know is that my world is noisy and sometimes irritating and I love it all!