Nothing disturbed the tranquil air,
The tick, tick of the time-worn clock.
The sitter in the wooden chair
Not hearing the gentle, gentle knock.
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Wow. That was a wonderful poem. Great use of form. When reading this I envisioned an old married couple, the woman with dementia of some sort. She smiled a faint smile...a feeling of love? The silence made me sad. It's as if she's sitting there waiting for her memory, her love, to return. Loved this one.
Thank you very much for taking the time to read and comment on my poems, Jette. Much appreciated. This piece was written in memory of a lady I knew whose memory faded until it was almost altogether lost.
Silent memory that we'll live with it...thanks for sharing.