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Noisy world poem

 

If I lie still

So still and true

No wriggle

No rustle

I

Can

Just

About

Hear

The

Hum and roar

And rise and

Fall and crash

And surge of

The gushing

Rushing

Urgent sucking

Retreating and

Lunging

That never stops

Bound to its constant action

Slave-like

Yet lording over

Its often

Ignorant subjects

And dreamy admirers

This sea will be heard

And I will listen.

Elizabeth Cummings
  • Submitted in response to Poetry Prompt #25

 

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