This mind is full of sounds… <br />like Shakespeare’s island; though <br />no mind is like an island… <br /> <br />where are all those sounds stored, <br />indexed, waiting tidy on their shelves? <br /> <br />Only when a sound returns <br />do you realise that it’s been missing.. <br />hasn’t deprivation always been <br />the Creator’s pointed message to us? <br /> <br />just now, sitting with a teacup, <br />after a ‘testing’ week… <br />a gentle, sweet and reasonable <br />woman’s mother voice returns <br />to mind's uncatalogued fine inner ear; <br />reminds me it’s been absent for awhile.. <br /> <br />and the world that seemed so alien last week <br />surrounds me with its mellow sound of care.<br /><br />Michael Shepherd<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sounds-in-mind/
