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
