Saturday, 15 August 2009

Hear (?) And Now

Saturday Soliloquy

The sound of traffic's motorway madness
forms a ceaseless background noise, a hum,
which grows in volume with the gusting wind.
A siren wails - police or ambulance;
an unrelenting Saturday furore
of life lived in the fast lane. Not for me;
I contemplate the August plenitude
of green and luscious plants' late-summer burst,
exuberant productions running wild
before the dying year curtails their growth.
A nearby building site adds noise of drills,
burring and whirring. A car horn toots.
Perhaps the patio door is best left closed
until a Sunday silence greets the world.

25 comments:

  1. "the August plentitude..." Wonderful! (along with the rest of your poem)

    It's amazing what we can hear, if we listen.

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  2. I liked this !have a good weekend

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  3. Contemplating the August plenitude is a fine thing to do.

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  4. just last night i noticed an increase in nighttime noise, that's typical of summer. and i just spotted out first poplar leaves appearing.

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  5. Hello Jinksy,

    Alas, although your building site noises may cease on Sunday, little else may!

    I really like "of green and luscious plants' late-summer burst,/exuberant productions running wild/before the dying year curtails their growth."

    You so vividly portray the peaceful plenty of Autumn against life's daily intrusions.

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  6. hello jinksy, when we first moved to canada we lived right next to an expressway - for eight years. the ambient noise became commonplace, and it wasn't unless someone visited and remarked on it that i was aware of it. i value quiet, or the sounds that feel good to me now more than ever. this poem really underlines that for me so clearly. thanks jinksy. have a peaceful afternoon. steven

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  7. August in Arkansas USA is HOT.... I appreciate air conditioner sounds and anytime I don't have to heat up the kitchen cooking.

    Lovely description of the month.

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  8. Sunday silence Jinksy? Don't you get lawnmowers around your way?

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  9. Wonderful truths and beautifully spoken about our last month of full summer....love this poem Jinsky......:-) Hugs

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  10. Summer's noise is so much noisier than winter's noise; we invite it in whereas we shut our doors to winter's noise.
    Even the country is noisy, whenever the rain lets up the mowers, tractors, combine harvesters are out in force, weekdays and weekends.
    Also, you really don't want to have to listen to five ours of bell ringing on a Sunday afternoon; it's enough to make you shut the doors and windows and put a pillow over your head.

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  11. It's all there, the sounds and sights of late August. Lovely reverie.

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  12. Ah yes! Sunday. A day of silence starts...then about 5 in the AM all Hades breaks loose! Living on a main town road does have the dis-advantage of the noise. But when it does get quiet...

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  13. Nice poem. If the noise gets too bad I take out my hearing aid but where we live there isn't much noise.

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  14. I'll support the careful close of the door. Best to avoid the commotion. Enjoy the quiet instead.

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  15. We have indeed made the world more noisy... I yearn for silence too!

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  16. Apparently it's one of the factors responsible for the bird depopulation - it drowns out their mating songs. Good poem, well constructed.

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  17. Jinksy, there is no Sunday silence here. Gardeners get out in force at weekends. However, this morning there was an electric power cut that produced an amazing silence. I never knew there was so much background 'humming' in our houses.

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  18. The silence of a Sunday is somehow soothing. It is always hectic in this house, but nonetheless, tranquil.

    CJ xx

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  19. In the woods I find real silence...

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  20. Very nice poem. I find that my mind is often noisier than the world outside my mind.

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  21. Love the last bit. Indeed, keep the door closed :-)

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  22. Splendid. I'd have to keep the door closed until winter, mind you. I love those long, quiet winter nights best.

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  23. A beautiful poem. I sometimes love to hear the distant buzz of traffic here but the builders' noises are far too close to home! In it!

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  24. I have been thinking about how in Arizona different air conditioner sounds pretty much are baseline everywhere I go. When I'm in the house it's a blowing type sound. I can hear it over the TV. When I'm in the car it's a humming type sound. I can hear it over the radio. It's a sound that is almost always there lurking in the background.

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