After the blah-blah radio is unplugged
when raucous tongues trail into distance
at closing time
comes the long, longed-for silence
It is blessed peace, relief
where once the head pain throbbed
only flashbacks of residue behind my eyes
Flake by flake, reticence settles
muffled, mute. Against this iron curtain
a countermand is calling
An insurgency, to throw the pebble
– plop – and hear the ripples
slop against the muddy bank.
Be startled by the moorhen’s screech
or the resurrected record of your voice
in long ago tit-for-tat chats
Remembering the lonely and socially isolated during this, another lockdown. Misky’s twiglet 'a long silence' gave impetus to some get-the-ball-rolling poetry writing as I join with others @dVerse for Open Link Night
44 thoughts on “Muffledom”
You really capture the resounding silence of isolation here, Laura. Although it’s necessary it’s a big ask of anyone.
thank you Ingrid – a lot of ambivalence too and such a double-edged sword being wielded
I know. I get sick of hearing about’a small sacrifice’ when some people may be struggling with their mental health or locked in with an abusive partner. These aren’t small things.
True and they are the silent hidden costs too often sidelined
“Flake by flake, reticence settles muffled, mute,” this is such an incredibly poignant image, Laura! 💝
so soothing, so suffocating! thanks for hosting our first OLN
Thank you for being there!! 💝💝
You have captured the mood so well with your words Laura.
many thanks Linda
Muffledom really sums up my life since last March, Laura! I realised it more this week as my husband has been home on furlough and he insists on having the television on in the background from the moment he gets up until bedtime. I miss my silence! However, your poem reminds me that if he wasn’t around, I would miss him and his noise, and the only relief would be to ‘…throw the pebble… and hear the ripples’ and ‘Be startled by the moorhen’s screech / or the resurrected record’ of his voice ‘in long ago tit-for-tat chats’.
I empathise Kim as I live mostly in silence but miss intensely the conversations my husband and I used to have –
Double kudos for rocking Tuesday’s prompt, and expressing so vividly blessed but unflinching silence. Your wordsmithing was excellent .
Such uplifting feedback Glenn – just the shot in the arm I need so doubly thankful
A gentle yet firm touch here. I like this line:
“Flake by flake, reticence settles
It will good to see peace again.
Your missing those conversations about this and that resonates for me.
I was surprised by where this took me but unsurprisingly topical!
Silence is friend and enemy. When we turn off the din, the first feeling is a sigh of relief, but there is never real silence—nature, memories, wanted and unwanted—fill the gaps. I can empathise with this.
Spot on Jane with this feedback
It’s the deafening sound of silence, sometimes…
These lockdowns are really suffocating.
Your words though are hope.
I like that you feel hope is in there somewhere Marina!
I know the feeling too well of isolation and the lockdown position the whole world is in.
You’re poetry is so deep and articulated.
Thank you – I appreciate your appreciation 🤗
You are welcome friend. 🙂 Happy New Year by the way.
And to you – hoping 2021 is one up on last year 😉
Agree. Hoping 2021 brings humanity together. Peace, unity, and love.
I live in the land of license (no lockdown), so you poem sharpens and distills the sense of isolation to a “muffled” and “mute” interiority. The ad infinitem ad nauseam of the self. That is yet a thing to behold, and you do a fine job of it.
fabulous feedback as usual Brendan – silence and the self is an existential dilemma just touched on here – people are essentially pendulums!!
The unexpected sounds that surprise silence are so wonderful. This was excellent writing Laura.
some sounds break the silence are not just welcome but longed for – thank you Rob
I love the title – how perfect!
glad you liked it – came in a flash of insight
A great poem. The longing for nature’s silence is within all of us. Sometimes we listen! The wave against the muddy bank says it all!
we also long for human voices sometimes Dwight
Yes, I can identify with that very well these days! Thank you!
Laura, your poem really hit me.
Often, I like to comment on a particular line or phrase that I enjoyed, but in this case I want to comment on your title – you had me at the first. I just loved this!
Thank you for your appreciation from the outset!
Muffledom – I like that word, and it describes my life right now quite well too.
Sometimes words have to be created to describe just how we feel😉😉
Even the radio is not good company any more. How we long for physical presence. (K)
Radios talk at instead of talking to and silence often preferable!
I do find I’m listening less and less.
Even as they slop against the banks, I imagine those ripples as soothing, smoothing, settling the mayhem that accosts us.
Makes for lovely welcome sounds
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