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The Quiet Life

Poetry By: ben hardstaff
Poetry


THE QUIET LIFE IS A POEM THAT I WROTE AFTER HELPING MY DAD AT THE SCHOOL THAT HE TEACHES AT. HE'S A TEACHER OF THE DEAF... IT'S AN INSIGHT INTO WHAT LIVING LIFE AS A DEAF PERSON MAY BE LIKE.


Submitted:Apr 13, 2010    Reads: 528    Comments: 7    Likes: 5   


The Quiet Life

By Midas, the absence of sound is touched

It's said, but never by those without choice.

To never hear a voice from flesh and blood,

In trepidation or delight converse,

must truly be a curse, misunderstood.

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From cradle to grave, not a single tune

from nature to save as a memory.

Cruel waves will never crash upon their shores,

nor hands like hammers knock upon their doors.

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They're never to hear playful canines bark

In the park on a sunny afternoon.

Or the soft pitter patter of rainfall.

or engines revving in the traffic's boom.

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Never to hear awakening songbirds sing,

but only to spy the feathered ones fly.

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Never to hear musical beats galore,

but only to feel from the floorboards up.

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Never to hear smoky back bacon fry,

but only to smell as the rashers spit.

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Never to hear the crunch of an apple,

but only to taste the forbidden fruit.

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Forever encaged in a soundproof booth,

In which fingers and thumbs replace voices.

Eternal charades - A silent exchange,

so the future, for now, is in their hands.





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