Dusk has fallen as
Stars scream heavenward and doves
Murmur mournfully
Evening-song has come and I
Cannot hear day’s parting cry
Night blooms above as
Insects whisper mysteries
And wolves share solemn
Oaths on phantom breeze and I
Cannot hear dark’s somber sigh
Dawn symphony births
Strident morning melody
As birds wake the sun
And earth speaks to me and I
Cannot hear the singing sky
I have lost so much
My earth my sky autumn odes
Winter dirges spring
Soliloquies summer chants
Fading in silent echoes
And I
Cannot bear to hear them die
(c) 2021 by Michael L. Utley
Photo by Riccardo Celio on Unsplash
In a Love World 
Thank you kindly, Manuela, for publishing this poem. I hope summer is treating you well so far. 😊
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Thank you, Mike! I hope every single day is treating you well!
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this is lyrical and sad for what you’ve lost, but grateful for all you see
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Thank you, Beth. I try to keep everything in perspective, and I feel fortunate for the memories of sounds from years ago that I can no longer hear. 😊
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A compelling read. Thanks for sharing.
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Thanks, Robbie. I appreciate you. 😊
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I guess, ,the way I see it, is that if you cannot hear them die, then to you, they can never really die. The shifts and changes might then become and awe inspiring series of wonder and amazement. just my first thoughts on your remarkable talent for sharing your soul!
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Thanks, Annette. I have memories of sounds from decades past, and I vaguely recall how loud life seemed to be in my youth–breezes in elm leaves, crickets, chipmunks, the crunch of gravel underfoot, coyotes at dusk, frogs after a heavy rain, birdsong, my guitars… I miss those sounds and others with a fierceness that’s surprising at times. On a happy note, I can no longer hear the insensate yapping of humans, and that right there proves true the statement “silence is golden!” 😄
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This poem is heartbreaking. I was very moved by it.
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Thanks a bunch, Liz. I’m grateful for memories of sounds that remain in my mind. It’s not quite the same as actually being able to hear, but it’s the next best thing, I suppose. But man, what I’d give to hear a chipmunk again! 🐿️😊
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