Sunday, 14 June 2020

Muffled Sounds

A 2020 poem


I am not a prophet
There is a stillness 
Betrayed by voices, indistinct
The voice of God?
The voice of the dead?
The voice of neighbours, slightly raised?


A trumpet is sounding
We hear the noise
Oblivious to the call
A summons to war?
A call to prayer?
The neighbours playing Louis Armstrong?


Whisper whisper whisper
Driving us insane
I don’t know what to do 
I don’t know what to do!
We put on our headphones
A procrastination

Image by Luisella Planeta Leoni from Pixabay

https://pixabay.com/photos/girl-relaxation-listening-music-3231703/

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