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?
White noise is an amazing and thought provoking poem very wisely penned. This is based on perception...10
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A well texted and nicely thought out poem. Insightfully and movingly penned from the heart. Thanks for sharing, Doug.