Garden Without Sound

I scarcely notice the rain pelting my coffee cup.
Or the small House Wrens near a pile of cut branches,
flitting about joyously, welcoming the light shower.

They remind me I need to get that cleaned up sometime,
but I’m hesitant to disturb their preferred habitat
so, I’ll leave them to enjoy their capering.

My reverie does notice the hush of absence
while I wait for these words to overcome
the silence in the garden we imagined.

About This Poem

Style/Type: Free verse

Review Request Direction: What did you think of my title?

Review Request Intensity: I appreciate moderate constructive criticism

Editing Stage: Editing - polished draft

About the Author

Region, Country: San Francisco Bay Area - USA, USA

Favorite Poets: Bukowski, Billy Collins, Ted Kooser, Haiku & Harvey Kurtzman (a visual poet, of sorts)

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Comments

Geezer

4 months ago

I hear you...

I have a good many memories of my next-door neighbor and I working in the community garden and his backyard.
Now, I look over there, and even though a young girl with a dog is staying there, it's silent. Really like this one. ~ Geez.
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Michael Anthony

4 months ago

Thanks Geez! I guess we'll

Thanks Geez! I guess we'll have to learn to tend to the current sounds in these gardens.

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Ruby Lord

4 months ago

Hi Michael, great poem, and I

Hi Michael, great poem, and I wanted to say, it’s in the gentlest lines that our memories breathe the loudest.
This one left its weight on me. I felt the stillness, the cup in your hand, and the imagined garden once shared, now silent. Whether or not I’m right, there’s a deep sense of absence here that lingers beyond the last line. Beautifully done. Ruby xx

Michael Anthony

4 months ago

Ruby, there is beutiful

Ruby, there is beautiful poetry in your thoughtful comments about this piece, "it’s in the gentlest lines that our memories breathe the loudest." You nailed exactly what I was trying to convey in the poem - very thoughtful - thank you!

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