The House is Still
The house is still. Day
is waking.
Tick-tock
The house is still. Listen to the
flowers growing.
Tick-tock, tick-tock
Whoosh
Blurp, blurp
Tick-tock
Whoosh
A small bird gently sounds into my left ear.
Right ear perks up
to the bold crow in the distance.
Tick-tock
Whoosh
The house is still,
Full of quiet sound.
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About Rebbecca
I love to write, to express, to explore. Mostly I journal; and if something moves me, I try to capture it in a poem. I live in the East Bay; enjoy reading, writing, cooking; being in nature; walking; and riding my bike.
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Rebbecca’s Favorite Books
Demian, Siddhartha, The death of Ivan Ilyich, Barrabbas, Being Peace, Writing Down the Bones
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Delightful
I love the tick-tock...
Thanks, Sharon. I appreciate
Thanks, Sharon.
I appreciate that I can only hear this particular clock when it is absolutely quiet. When I've been in homes with several ticking clocks, I don't enjoy the sounds as much-- too many overwhelm my senses.