I'll sit here in my bedroom <br />where the silence is sometimes deafening <br />(when I have thoughts on my mind <br />that need to be discussed) . <br />As I clear my mind to listen <br />to the silence <br />I realize there is no silence here. <br />The ticking of the old wind-up alarm clock <br />becomes so loud... <br />I feel compelled to move <br />my ''experiment'' to another room. <br /> <br />I find a comfortable spot <br />in the bathroom. <br />Sitting on the bench that normally holds <br />the all-important reading material <br />I begin to listen for the silence. <br />It takes very little time <br />for me to realize this is not the room <br />for silence. <br />The sink begins dripping <br />almost as if to mock me <br />and say ''Silence...yeah right! '' <br />I tighten the faucet only <br />to be laughed at by the toilet <br />as it makes it's usual <br />groan while it levels off the water in the bowl. <br />This is surely not the room for silence. <br /> <br />I head to the kitchen. <br />There must be silence here. <br />I find it still and quiet until I really listen. <br />The flourescent light above the stove <br />is whining as if to say ''I'm here! '' <br />I turn it off and begin my quest for silence <br />once more. <br />The refridgerator lets out a God-awful noise <br />that makes me jump. <br />It only last a few seconds but it's enough <br />to ruin the mood. <br /> <br />I begin to wonder if silence <br />can ever truly be found <br />in a house that is lived in. <br />I go sit in the living room. <br />As I plop down on the micro-suede couch <br />and listen to the music it makes against my flannel pajamas <br />I laugh. <br />Who wants silence? <br />I love the sounds of my life. <br />This house is full of sounds... <br />love, laughter, water dripping, lights flickering, <br />the clocks ticking.... <br />and I'm listening <br />and loving every sound!<br /><br />Mary Nagy<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-search-for-silence/
