Silence Please

If wolf were calling from the wood
and your heart laid in the meadow,
and the farmers dogs bayed the squirrel –
would you break the fray to ask the brood
to kindly stop the ungodly bellow?
Such terrific ruckus we hurl a’whirl!

Can a man enjoy a simple noon?
Without the buzzing in his ear?
Of a car speeding or a weed-whacker weeding?
Of a hen-pecking neighbor or a baby teething?
An un-muffled motorbike or anchor man reading?
A garbage truck wheezing or damned cats breeding?
A distant siren blaring or whining children pleading?

“When does it stop,” asked the man with bleeding ears.
“I just want to lay in the meadow.”
“Bad timing,” said the passerby –
“we’re just setting up for Woodstock.”

Another artist loses an ear….
Van Gough joins a friend this year.
Year after year after ear after ear…
God, God, can you shut them up!

© 2014 John Allen Richter

About johnallenrichter

I am an aspiring Poet and adorer of life, a conqueror of nothing. However I am a champion curator of truth and friendship and hold both of those things most dearly to my heart. Welcome to my mind's eye. I hope you will enjoy what you may find and please know that you have a friend here. View all posts by johnallenrichter

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