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White Noise

He glued his ear to the speaker, where faint, barely distinguishable voices seemingly distressed made noise He was convinced they were talking to him in languages he once knew but had forgotten a long time ago He whispered back with fervor, nodded, gestured wide gestures in harmony with music so vague He enjoyed them the company and stories in a life filled with silence each sound precious and welcome He grinned hummed with them their song for each soul each delusion or dream skewed reality
*** June 22, 2017 Copyright © Darren White
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U.D Palawon  Avatar
August 1, 2017 at 11:47 AM
No limit to our curiosity and this what sustain human race. So many interpretations can be given to sound waves from different school of thoughts. This why I love my physic classes! :)
Pigeon Tart Avatar
June 29, 2017 at 7:57 AM
I love this.
White Avatar
June 29, 2017 at 1:49 PM
Thanks mo, HUGS!!
Ella Avatar
June 25, 2017 at 6:18 PM
Poltergeist :D Very fun! When the little girl says "They're here" ....
White Avatar
June 26, 2017 at 12:53 AM
LOL, never saw that but heard about it.
Green Avatar
June 22, 2017 at 7:37 AM
Very cool, I could hear the buzz in the background as I read this. There was something always calming about white noise but at times annoying. Your poem is anything but annoying, it is fantassssssssssssssssssstic.
White Avatar
June 26, 2017 at 12:52 AM
Ahhhh, I mi()()ed that ;)
Green Avatar
June 22, 2017 at 9:26 AM
The sssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss was the white noise inside of Fanta()tic
White Avatar
June 22, 2017 at 7:42 AM
Fantastatic you wanted to say, right? ;) That was a funny comment my friend. I am from the era of lcd screens lol, but you can find anything on internet, including youtube films with white noise. Be nostalgic!
Smith Avatar
June 22, 2017 at 7:28 AM
Haha...love it...reminds me when I was little trying to get the baseball games on the TV that we're broadcast from Milwaukee...a few hours away.
Smith Avatar
June 22, 2017 at 8:29 AM
Pretty much...lol
White Avatar
June 22, 2017 at 7:43 AM
Haha, and is that about what you saw or heard? I find it fascinating. I like to watch it, and try to distinguish ghost-like entities on that screen, lol.
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