Freddie Robinson Jr. Poet Free verse

Quiet Hours

It’s so quiet now,
no more noise coming from upstairs
All of the background sounds
have faded into the mist
Radio silent dawn ... each morning — 
once rambling chatter now only dead air
Audio spikes of serene quietude,
	no more voices that are rude yammering late
		Turn the open sign,
		shut the entrance gate
		and pull down the shade
Switch on the black mood UV light and drift away
Don’t know how long it’s been since the accident,
can’t remember, but that is good 
Memory flashes like a receding pulsar star,
	faint blips on a radar screen
It’s so very quiet now,
such peaceful quiet time
		Head now filled with relaxing cosmic void,
	listening to the music of the spheres — 
minus-zero vibration decibels 
The brain waves are so calm everyday,
life is like a tranquil, pastoral haze
Faces rotate around and move about
It’s as if they’re saying: let them out,  
or let who out?
Either way, their pantomime voices trail off ...
		float into space ...
It’s the oddest thing, never knowing what day is today
It’s gotten really quiet now,
even for ears that stay plugged 
with mild catatonic gauze
It’s always quiet hours for me,
so peaceful and serene
I only hear any noise,
	when I go to sleep 
		and dream restless dreams ... 
			distant dreams that silver project 
silhouette images of a lost life before

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Afzal Nusker July 1, 2017 at 11:22 AM I don't know if I'm unusual but I like quite hours a lot.

Omojevwe Emmanuel Brown June 30, 2017 at 5:59 AM Nice work. Quiet hour sometimes a busy hour to think

Kim Rodrigues June 29, 2017 at 9:19 AM We yearn for quiet hours but then they become too quiet.

Akkina Downing June 28, 2017 at 7:52 PM Ahh, finally a quite moment :) although a house without noise can be lonely and sad, but a peace of a mind is so relaxing. Lovely write my friend. Hugs :)

Daniel Turner June 28, 2017 at 10:54 AM The old house is a lonely place full of echoes of laughter and sobs of children. The music is the remedy. It has the power to heal. I feel your sadness in this write, Freddie. I can relate!

Heidi Sands June 28, 2017 at 9:48 AM This is so deep and sad, yet pulls the reader in with every single line Freddie. Your writing is amazing :) Have a nice day.

Maria Williams June 28, 2017 at 9:47 AM Freddie this is a very deep poem - I feel you are describing the sad loss of memory through an unfortunate incident or dementia? Either way, I have seen this in reality and your poem is sad...Maria