Silence greets me in the morning
Sky still dark as I wake
Silence follows me around
I get ready for work
Silence stays as I leave
I go to work where silence doesn’t dwell
Silence greets when I come home
I open door to silence
I trudge upstairs to silence
Silence is there when I am eating
Dinner quiet; nothing heard around room
Silence is there when ready for bed
No dog to take outside one last time
No dog to say good night too
No dog tuck under blanket with toys
Silence is there when lights go off
Sleep comes until tomorrow
As silence greets me again in the morning
Stair landing is empty when I arrive home.
No one waiting; smiling at me waving their bushy tail.
Only a stuffed snowman sits in corner;
Branch arms up in greeting.
He will stay out for one more month, till he is put away.
Silence, no noise I hear when I get home.
No dog speaking, “I’m glad to see you!”
I trudge slowly up; silence is only there to greet me.
An empty void fills the home.
No one to greet me when I get home.
Words caught in throat
Slience falls all around
What to say when you feel numb
You stand there unsure
Hoping to finding the words
That are fleeing from your mind
But, nothing comes
Silence says no words
Sound is mute to nothing
No rustling noises to be heard
Only silence sounds out
Sweet, unnerving for one
To soak it up;
To re-energize ones self
Before heading out in the noisy world
Still in bed,
I lay there listening
To the silence
Nothing, no noise
Not even the rustle of sheets
Or dog who still sleeps
Silence at its golden hour
I enjoy it while it last
Different musics respond to knocked-on silences
Which come out the blue from many sources
As the rattling of shutters during a tornado
A clicking of paws against wall from a sleeping dog
Or creaking floor from my kitchen
The brushing against the window from a tree branch
The breaking of twigs while walking through the park
Or hearing soft click click from computer’s keyboard
The abrupt start of pattering rain against the windows
Showering down unexpectedly while I hear from inside
Strumming crickets at night come alive with their song
Music comes from silence from anywhere at anytime
I hear many throughout my day
April 3, 2015 poetry: Gridley’s poem says, “Different musics respond to knocked-on silences” and she describes two – boats and wings. Begin with her quote and describe a list of such musics. Here are a few starters: twigs, keyboards, tambourines, claves, door jambs, ice.