The Death of Silence
They say that
loud noise is famous to silence.
But I say she is indifferent to the noise.
The red light is blinking
on my answering machine,
and I am as happy as a lark.
I sit in my chair,
with a pen, or a book, or nothing at all,
and listen to her speak for a while.
But what does this world do,
when they ought to be at home?
They scream and shout.
And maybe they'll admit it,
once they've killed her.
But it's no secret.
And they'll scream through her funeral.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
I love this!! Where did you steal the lines from??
ReplyDeleteHa ha ha. Does "Happy as a lark" come from that children's book?
ReplyDeleteMy favorite line: I sit in my chair, with a pen, or a book, or nothing at all, and listen to her speak" -- I'm not sure what it means. Do you not remember? Does it not matter? Are these multiple times and each time you do something different? Does it show how long you're listening to her?
I don't really care. I just like the line.
Mr. Nelson: Yes, that line was stolen from the childrens book, ha ha. And when I said listen to her speak for a while, "her" is supposed to be silence, but I don't think I made that very clear.
ReplyDeleteNorma: Most of the lines aren't even stolen, I kinda cheated I guess, I didnt like the feel of the first unedited one, so I took a couple of ideas and lines and changed it completely.
Dear Mr. Warhol,
ReplyDeleteI thought this poem was both deep and effective. There are easy and lighthearted poems, and there are poems that make you stop--think--and read over and over again. Yours was the latter. I enjoyed the profound concept of killing silence. Excellent work; however, perhaps omit the line "as happy as a lark." It's cliche and adds a sappily happy note to your otherwise serious poem.
Sincerely,
Genevive Louise Noette
obviously this is all extremely deep social commentary on the flaws that come with human society and civilization
ReplyDeletehigh fives all around, lad