noises
A Breeze of Memory
A graveyard of dead trees
Fallen leaves of vast red and orange seas
Squirrels scurry before winter strikes
As children play while others pass on bikes
A harmony of the trees an the wind come together and sing
As a bird chirps then stops to clean it's wing
Children shrieking and screaming as they play
Angry armies of cars roar past, then fly away
Memories start of when I was a kid
Only broken away by time an what it did
Sitting still only in question
Of who I am and to what is my impression
I laughed . . . I played here
I was happy unknown of fear
But then reality again breaks memory's connection
Only to be lost again, still unknown of my reflection
Noises
It’s all around.
No matter where or when
It’s still there.
It is as common as life.
It can be anything,
From car honks
To a bird’s soft song.
It’s still there.
We tune it out.
We swim in it.
It’s impossible for something not to
Make a noise.
Noise is all around.
No matter where or when
It’s still there.
It is as common as us.