Ahh, I see. 'Grasshopper he say,.....' (insect call). lol.
I've been inside some quiet churches where the silence is 'deafening' and painful even to the ears.
My father was a veteran of WWII, and both he and my mother are buried in our National Cemetery. Your words so aptly describe the feeling I get when I visit. Standing by their gravesite, looking out over thousands of gravestones, all identical, there is a peace and symmetry like no where else, your "white noise" where memories flutter about like moths. Beautiful dear poet!
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white noise will send you round the bend if you aint careful .. but then again, so can manicured lawns ..
That's probably why we generally limit our visits to the cemetery, kind of like a spiritual white noise.
Good write CB.
Ohh, I love the white noise - when KP's gone. Can't stand her nagging! lol.
White noise here is used as a descriptive of that static like noise at the cemetery usually broken by an insect call or some sort of other noise.
Ahh, I see. 'Grasshopper he say,.....' (insect call). lol.
I've been inside some quiet churches where the silence is 'deafening' and painful even to the ears.
My father was a veteran of WWII, and both he and my mother are buried in our National Cemetery. Your words so aptly describe the feeling I get when I visit. Standing by their gravesite, looking out over thousands of gravestones, all identical, there is a peace and symmetry like no where else, your "white noise" where memories flutter about like moths. Beautiful dear poet!
Thanks Bella. It's quite a feeling of neither here nor there at gravesites.
'Quietude's: Tranquillity'
Brilliant!
such a smooth flow, a soothing read
thank you
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