Almost Too Quiet
this morning with them away. The house not echoing with the static of words flung careless or pointless or to the point in a room away. No airwaves disturbing the serenity of electrical impulses uninterrupted. A pond surface unbroken until like single raindrops ripples flow out from my footsteps as I cross the room. And like a sudden summer shower stop abruptly when I halt. I wait for all vibration to subside and listen. And once again the pulse upon my eardrum slows like a heart fading in to rest and sleep in utter silence.
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Is the quiet a good tihng or bad?
ReplyDeleteSometimes we long for quiet and then it gets too too quiet... because we are just too used to the busy activity around us.
ReplyDeleteIt's crazy when it's quiet, isn't it? It will be over before you know it!
ReplyDeleteYeah, it's eerily silent when they are not around. The silence makes me nervous.
ReplyDeleteI like the deep quiet for a while....but always welcome back the hub bub of activity.
ReplyDeleteOh, but it sounds like my wildest fantasy...
ReplyDeleteEverybody: Quiet is something I crave worse than brownies or chili dogs. There is usually always some form of noise in my house 24 hrs. a day. But...The other morning it was so quiet it actually creeped me out.
ReplyDelete(crickets chirping) Your day will certainly come sooner than mine.
ReplyDeleteThere are some times - like this morning when she had a tantrum - when I wish to be anywhere but here, at home, being Mommy. But I know the day she walks out that door, her wordly goods in hand and says "bye Mom" and doesn't mean just until she gets back from school, I will be truly heartbroken. Beautiful post.
ReplyDeleteI've always wondered if chili dogs are hot dogs with chili on them or hot dogs bun with chili in them instead of hot dogs. Oops, was that out loud? I meant, yes, absolutely, well said.
ReplyDeleteQuiet is my nirvanan. My bliss. Although these days the quiet is here often and I have no idea where all these years went.
ReplyDeleteLovely post.
So sweet...to me, sad...as I face down September & being home by myself for the first time in 12 years. Sigh. Beautifully written!
ReplyDeleteH.M. I know it's coming. Looking forward but it will be weird.
ReplyDeleteAging Mommy: They don't really leave. They come back and look through your fridge and borrow money. My oldest moved out of town for 8 months one time and called and talked to me more than when she was nearby; )
Bibliomama: Your so silly. It's when you put your dog in a bun to keep him warm because he's chili; )
Joann: I know exactly what you mean.
Mayor: I remember that year. I have to admit I was whoop de do happy. But it didn't last long. Within a year I was homeschooling the oldest. So much for peace and quiet: )
Ack! I don't even want to think about it!!
ReplyDeleteThat was an absolutely beautiful description, and made me feel kind of eerie at the same time. I'm always begging for a moment of quiet, but when it is too quiet, then I desperately miss the chaos. Go figure!! I guess that's part of being a mom?
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