Connecting with Sound

I think today of connecting not with words, not with the sounds of friends and family, not with the varied plinks and plunks and plops of a home stretching its frame. I think of connecting via the absence of those things. And, so, today I share with you my poem “Sound” written on a warm summer day as I thought the same thoughts I think on this beautiful snowy morning.


If I woke up in early shadows
of a morning without sound,
no songs or chirps or chatter
between birds of different
families and nature;

no drone of driving madness
from the highway two hills
distant from my house;

no buzz of wisp-winged wasp
traveling toward the fence
to find her morning breakfast;

no almost soundless whisper
of dew-soaked shrubbery leaves,
their faces turning up to soak the sun,
concealing mist-bathed underbellies
that shine silver in the dampness
of the night;

if there were no drip of coffee,
no added plop of cream
or shuffling of my flip-flops
toward early morning’s chair,

no ticking, ticking, ticking
and no off-key chime to tell me
that it’s almost time to leave;

If I heard no sound
–and knew that it was absent –
Then, surely,
I would be compelled to sing.

“Sound” was published by Still Crazy Literary Magazine, January 2013. You may see more of Still Crazy at

1 Response to Connecting with Sound

  1. Karla Leary says:

    Fantastic Penny, super-love the Coffee sounds 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

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