Tag Archives: Noise
What do you call that Far East Asian ancient sailboat?Invisible Crowds
Pendulum swung
Centuries of scores becoming evened
So terribly many words for disclosure’s sake
Too many words to hear
And, I, of all people
The victim of generations of silence
Of crowds who couldn’t speak
Now feeling deafened

Intersection
Please green light
Don’t come for me yet
Don’t comfort me yet
With your go-go hue
I still need to stay
Though the world has bid its adieu
Such Ado
Oh go, wind
Leave at a speed faster than you are
And for once, have silence be your sound
How dare you awaken me
To the truth of the night
How dare you remind me
I am alone, and the chafe
Act sovereign, but know
I and the Sun
We will be here still, when you’re gone
Our Only Company
How
Are you handling this
The noise, increasing, asks
I long ago learned to shut up
I can only answer
I meme
Picking up each piece of all that falls
The thousands of them
While the fluorescent hums
I will stay
I will stay
He needs me
The sounds rise
Echo and pin-ball bounce
Through the hollow
Is It Poetry
How can it be, the hour's calm
Despite all that is happening here
The beat of the world
Foreboding and loud
Yet the chickadee sings its sweet note?
Wherefore the whims of the wind
At ev'ry map dot, it seems
Churning, marching
Fanning the pain
While the porch chime resonates fine?
What of the flames that burn so
Blue, yellow, orange, then to red
Smoke-filled eyes from the North
Westward heart deeply charred
As the core of your Earth sleeps content?
1980’s
Don't grow up
Before you make the decision
To turn off the musical promises
To decide to the depths of your heart
To know, for you
And the singers themselves
It's untrue noise
Found Now
The whole of you fills my days now
Those little pieces of you
Busily, brilliantly quieting
The noise I thought never would leave
The noise I feared would leave
Gloriously
Quieting
Firework
The promise echoed
Will not be denied
You will not see these eyes again
One heart and one line
Is all that will rise
I cannot confuse who I am
Shade
Once I reach the top
I’d decided
I’d trek another hill of sorts
I’d seek what ever shade was thrown
I’d not care of the noise or thorns or weeds
I’d stop to inspect flowers, picking up discarded things
Once I was discarded
LisaRosier.com 