My Companion

A writer needs a place to write
With comfort, peace and quiet,
Or that is what I've heard, at least;
Some day I'd like to try it.

We all make do with what we have
And noise is my companion,
Surrounding and entrenching me
Like echoes in a canyon.

I tune it out, though it be traffic,
Radio or siren,
The kinds of things that likely
Never bothered Poe or Byron.

Not being in their league, of course,
(And barely well-regarded)
My thoughts still make it to the page
Though noise has me bombarded.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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Rigoler Avatar
September 12, 2017 at 7:37 PM
Hahaha! Love the last stanza. I agree with you, Ilene, I need a quiet place to think, read, and write. Happily I'm far from all heavy road traffic, though not sirens. And my classical music radio station is always on; it's the only music I find conducive to writing. Thank God for Bach, Mozart, Mendelsohn, and so many wonderful composers who bring me much composure. / M
Bauer Avatar
September 13, 2017 at 8:25 PM
since i mostly live in manhattan, i've gotten used to writing with lots of background noise. i can usually tune it out, but not always. i also have the radio turned to either classical music, blues or jazz (and occasionally rock and roll), but i prefer to write with no music on at all.
Flats Avatar
September 10, 2017 at 8:54 AM
I'd rather read you than Poe or Byron any day! (It's because I have good taste;-) ~ john
Bauer Avatar
September 10, 2017 at 9:53 AM
That is so sweet, John! Thank you for my first grin of the day!
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