One Ear Hears What the Other Does Not
From the right, she hears: the clatter
of boots, tennis shoes, high heels on a busy
city street, the chugging of an outdated motor,
the smack of rain on sidewalks, the rattle of keys
dangling from someone's hip pocket, the crackling
of a plastic grocery bag caught in the wind,
the rhythmic thrumming of bass exploding
from a passing car, the interwoven murmurings
of fellow pedestrians, lost in their own discordant worlds.
From the muted left: silence turns inward
to the echoes of the heart's thrumming
in the dark hollow spaces between organs,
the quite hush of breath carrying through
the chambers of lungs, the electrical buzzing
of neurons riding nerve lines, the whisper of words
the mind weaves when she isn't paying attention —
all the quiet cacophony composed
in the inner realms of body and soul.
Note: This poem was written in response to @poetryandpeace's prompt, "Would you mind writing a poem about a girl who is deaf in one ear, and stuff?" Here you go. I hope you enjoy it. :)
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