Silent Day

Those feet that used to stomp around
the house and take stairs up two three
at a time or down in a disassembling clatter
are elsewhere today this day of silences

of silences that sweep like an admonition
through the still rooms around the empty beds
the solitary chairs the dark tree in the corner

o we hear the cats occasionally patter down a carpeted hallway
it is not totally still now and then a plant drops a leaf
quite a clatter that

or a car booms by bass notes monotonous
but our adults have sprung forth
not to hear us breathe the day is silent

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Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else? wordcurrents is on Facebook: Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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