Sounds in Mind

This mind is full of sounds…
like Shakespeare’s island; though
no mind is like an island…

where are all those sounds stored,
indexed, waiting tidy on their shelves?

Only when a sound returns
do you realise that it’s been missing..
hasn’t deprivation always been
the Creator’s pointed message to us?

just now, sitting with a teacup,
after a ‘testing’ week…
a gentle, sweet and reasonable
woman’s mother voice returns
to mind's uncatalogued fine inner ear;
reminds me it’s been absent for awhile..

and the world that seemed so alien last week
surrounds me with its mellow sound of care.

poem by Michael Shepherd
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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