Different Kinds of Quiet

The squawk of seagulls punctuates
The quiet by the beach,
Yet the lack of other noises 
Makes relaxing within reach.

The wail of sirens doesn’t let 
The city quiet stay,
For even in the early morn
The noisiness holds sway.

The chirp of crickets syncopates
The rhythm of the night,
So the quiet of the countryside
For dominance must fight.

A library or hospital,
Both recognized for quiet,
May hush incoming visitors 
But I don’t really buy it.

For there are hums and whispers,
Of machinery or voice,
Which may pierce the silence and confirm 
That quiet’s not a choice.

Maybe outer space is different,
But on earth I will refute
Any claim that there’s a place to go
Where quiet’s absolute.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2023

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Johnson Avatar
February 4, 2023 at 10:15 AM
If only the voices in my head would shut the hell up. LOL
M  Avatar
February 1, 2023 at 11:13 PM
Love this one Ilene made me think….l think true peace, quiet and tranquility is in the country, mountains, a deserted beach and so forth…free of people haha!….Debx
Wolf Avatar
January 31, 2023 at 7:16 PM
Ilene, get out of NYC and into the countryside. Sometimes it's so quiet, it's eerie! Been there. ~ Spooked
Cunningham Avatar
January 30, 2023 at 3:43 PM
We all love the peace and quite but I don't think we'll get it until we're six feet under lol. Tom
Hinshaw Avatar
January 30, 2023 at 1:08 PM
I enjoyed this one, Ilene! You omitted one irritating sound, however, that of those @@!#$##*^^!!! barking mutts which is my bane!!! As I "advance in age" I value peace and quiet! Bob
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