Snow Country
desolate the reach
of space a
curved line of
white empty as
the loneliness one
feels the tone
is different on
a day like
this she says
unaware that her
words fall like
snow in the
mountains soft quiet
in the roar
no one hears
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Another piece from the eighties…this first appeared here in November 2015.
O at the Edges 
Interesting to think of snow having a silent roar … for sure that can happen with human voices falling on deaf ears! Many sounds we don’t perceive (as my Labrador has taught me) and many we simply tune out …
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Silence is precious to me, and I seem to have more and more difficulty tuning out noise. Sound suppressor ear phones help, but they’re not comfortable for long periods of time. But I’m aging rapidly, and will probably go deaf. Ha!
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Deaf is undesirable but livable – just don’t go non-poetic!
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Poetry has given me so much that I don’t believe I could ever turn my back on her. At least not willingly. 🙂
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