song of silence

in the hot months,
i always use to have the a/c going
autumn is here now,
soon the cold months will be coming on

between my walls is a song of silence,
no mechanical air machines -
just the dying sound
of the song of the whistling tea kettle
and the sound of the wind outside

i listen as its whistled song dies


Poetry by Thomas Perdue The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2012-11-22 at 17:10

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I too love those weeks of autumn between the heat of summer and the cold of winter, when one lives more naturally, windows open to the weather. I hadn't thought to relate that to the sounds one becomes so used to during the other months, the internal clicks and whirrs one doesn't really pay attention to until they are absent. You have it exactly right.