White Noise Poem by Doug Lane

White Noise

Rating: 5.0


Driven from my house
by greedy landlords
who think
it's theirs,

I'm about to move
to a shack
by the airport
where the unending
thunder
of ascending jets
rules the air
and the ears.

Under the barrage
of decibels
will I still
be able
to hear my
muse?

Or will I be
deaf
to the noise
of hatchlings
desperately
trying
to peck their way
free
of walls
of sound?

Monday, April 9, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: muse
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Chinedu Dike 29 March 2020

A well texted and nicely thought out poem. Insightfully and movingly penned from the heart. Thanks for sharing, Doug.

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Bernard F. Asuncion 10 April 2018

Doug, such a profound poem....10+++++

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Kumarmani Mahakul 10 April 2018

White noise is an amazing and thought provoking poem very wisely penned. This is based on perception...10

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