writer's
silence seeking
writer's
hitting
concrete noise walls
simple theme
running
running from place to place,
from place to place
running
running from noise
from noise running
trying
to find a quiet;
place
to write
is a noise
noise
writer's curse
the search
for a quiet
place to write,
the search
for a Shangri-La
sanctuary
a little quiet
time to think about
possibilities;
the beauty of words;
to explore
the beauty
of mind
journey dream
rides
artistic horizons
yet running
running running,
running
headlong into noise
concrete walls
running
bounce bang bumps
on head into concrete walls;
dropping
bumps on head
stopping writing
is bumps
on head
noise
cursed
writer,
with no quiet
silent place to write
writer's silence seeking
writer's hitting constant
frustrating concrete
noise walls;
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
We all have to suffer this we live if we live in a city with the constant drone of traffic or people who seem unable to bear silence and seem need to talk or have what they laughingly call background noise. So this poem sums this up perfectly but even in the country my city friends say there's noise what the about out those pesky birds waking us up at the crack of dawn! ! ! ! So to some the noise of the city is home. Give me the country anytime. I love the resonance of the words and the repetition of 'concrete noise wall' which ties everything together Enjoyed thanks
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
...Because when only we stay in peace, calm will return inside..so idea will run :) Wait a min why i can hear anything now? ? ? ? oh no i am in mars....i rather stay in earth: P maybe hahahaha