The last to go.

[Jerrybaldy]

Hello?
The hearing is the last to go.
Hello?
I think I’m talking
But I’m thinking I’m talking
I’m not talking.
A crisp packet rustling
They’re eating
Watching
Dining chairs in the bedroom
Slurping cups of tea. Waiting.
I think I loved them
We were close
But now letting go
A fly’s wings too close to my ear
A distant siren
The hearing is the last to go
A whisper in my ear
‘I love you ‘
Who was that ?
If I could open lids too heavy
I could see
But I hear sniffles
And a bumble bee
And day time tv.
Then the silence of the
Deepest depth of the sea.

[tailor STATELY]

Enjoyed this poem; especially... "Then the silence of the
Deepest depth of the sea."

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY

[DieterM]

Good to see a literature site can be spammed to death, there'll still be a Jerrybaldy-pearl floating on the sh*ite… and good to see you didn't delete it :-) loved the rhyme of see/bumble bee/tv/sea, loved the hole poem.

[Danik 2016]

Gut von dir zu hören, Dieter. Was hier passiert ist ja unerhört!

LG

[Danik 2016]

"Then the silence of the
Deepest depth of the sea."

Let´s hope, not!

[Hawkman]

Still not gone, then? Be well. Post on..

[Jerrybaldy]

Good to hear from you Hawk. I still get the occasional urge to come here. You post on too my friend.

[Jerrybaldy]

Good to see you are still lurking too Deiter, Daniel and Tailor. Thanks for taking the trouble

[prendrelemick]

Lovely poem - (he said choosing exactly the wrong words.)