Sounds Poem by Phil Soar

Recording sounds, ignoring sounds
the sounds that pass my ears and then
I block out those that do not please
and store the ones that soothe my mind
as sounds pass through my ear canal
and flow on to the memory
I keep them in a storage space
where emptiness just has no place
and call on them at times of stress
to soothe away the emptiness
and calm the nerves and ease the soul
sounds of wonder to behold
the chorus of birds on their morning call
the sound of waves on a harbour wall
all make the world a sounding board
and to miss the sound of these musical gems
is like missing the words that a poet pens
Sounds of wonder, some ignored
but those important, kept and stored