Poems ✍️

This mind is full of sounds…
like Shakespeare’s island; though
no mind is like an island…

where are all those sounds stored,
indexed, waiting tidy on their shelves?

Only when a sound returns
do you realise that it’s been missing..
hasn’t deprivation always been
the Creator’s pointed message to us?

just now, sitting with a teacup,
after a ‘testing’ week…
a gentle, sweet and reasonable
woman’s mother voice returns
to mind's uncatalogued fine inner ear;
reminds me it’s been absent for awhile..

and the world that seemed so alien last week
surrounds me with its mellow sound of care.