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Marooned
In a sea of sound
Nothing could prepare me to not
Take it for granted
Whispers……….
Screams…….
Babies crying…….
Horns blasting……..
Sirens wailing…..
Laughter…
Shouts…..
Thunder…..
Creaking floors…..
Crackling fires……

Bathed in an ever flowing cacophony
Keeping me connected to
Schedules….
Deadlines…..
Life…..

Yet
You approach in silence
Bound to it
Without choice or escape
All that I would claim essential
Surrendered
To nothingness
For all your ears cannot perceive
You are rich
Blessed with sounds
Only the heart can know
Music
So many are too busy to reach for
You hear so much more
Than we ever have
Teach me…
Show me the path
To amend the bereft legacy
Bequeathed by a hearing world
Is it possible
Can I reach past the tumult to hear
Twinkling eyes
Warm smiles
And the strength of tiny fingers
Wrapped around mine?
Indulgent silence
Granting me the gift of you
As I floundered, unknowningly drowning
In a flood of discord
Rescued
Seeing at last
The source of wonders to be found within
A legacy of silence…..

©S. Ranea Noha-Wright

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25
Jul

My eyes are of sapphire blue
Proud familial heritage
On both sides
I have been told
They darken to a deeper shade
In moments of intimate passion

With my eyes I have watched
Trees bending and swaying
Into the wind
The sudden forked flash
Of lightening
And the gyrating rhythm
Of raindrops

The telephone was invented quite accidentally
Little did Mr. A.G. Bell know that he had created a monster
But whether its rotatory, touch-tone, cordless, or cellular
I can only reach out and touch someone with my eyes

Radios, televisions, CD players are commonplace
VCR’s have spawned DVD’s, the latest is iTunes on the Internet
But for me, nothing can compare to seeing Melissa Etheridge
Or many other performers live and in person, with my eyes

With my eyes I have witnessed
The myriad riots of brilliant color and texture
The splendor of the frenetic and the sedate celebrations
That make up the madness known as Mardi Gras

Birthdays, graduations, funerals, Christmases
Family reunions, historical moments, ringing in the New Year
All the experiences and memories of a lifetime
My eyes have seen and celebrated them all

My eyes have drunk in the beauty
Of my lover’s body
Traveling the soft curves, gentle swells, delightful hollows
To mirror the nuances of pleasure and desire in her eyes

With my eyes, I see, I read, I cry
Just like every other human being
But I also hear and I listen
For my eyes are also my ears

©L. Kupfer

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Lipreading isn’t an exact science
The way reading a book is
Its like navigating an obstacle course….

Lips come in all sizes and shapes
Thin and fat lips, tight and loose lips
Petite, average, generous, even puckered!

There are small mouths and big mouths
Each with their own peculiar mannerisms
Whether they be natural, adopted or learned.

Foreign objects often are dangling from lips
Or clenched in teeth, being chewed, spit, and loudly smacked
Adding texture to the words as they tumble forth

Missing teeth, dentures, stutters, lisps, braces, toothaches
And those upper lip hairy caterpillarsthat men love to nuture
All add to the overall challenge

There’s a difference between a shout and a whisper
A rapid fire staccato delivery and a leisurely country drawl
As well as a monotone that’s mumbled or grumbled

Imagine trying to decipher your dinner companion’s words
While they’re being chomped, squished, and crunched
Before, during, and after each forkful of food!

Many words look alike to the lipreader
Like have-half…… had-hat-and….two-too-due
Sometimes it’s guesswork, othertimes it’s logic and reasoning

Finally, contrasting shadows and light
Either enhance or distort the efforts
And its always impossible to lipread in the dark!

Whew, I’ve covered the entire obstacle course
Its not without its frustrations and mishaps
But somehow I get by……

©L. Kupfer

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18
Jul

  

Silence
deafening silence
not of my choosing
never to hear
the whisper of a breeze through the trees
the bubbling of a mountain stream
the cry of a newborn baby
the laughter of children at play
the staccato rhythm of a rainfall
the booming roll of thunder
the harmony of a gospel choir
the haunting dialogue of memorable movies
the soft moans of a lover’s ectasy
threads in the rich tapestry of the sounds of life…….

silence
deafening silence
not of my choosing
I have thrown myself prostrate
countless times
upon this altar of silence
cursing
pleading
weeping
praying
to the gods of technology
and their medical acolytes
please take away this cross
of silence from me
spare me this desolation….

silence
deafening silence
not of my choosing
but
it is the hand of the potter
never ceasing
to shape me, mold me, knead me
a living sculpture
tempered anew each day in the kiln of life
not into the brittleness of despair and self pity
but into the strength and durability of faith
that all i was, all i am, and all i’ll ever be
is not limited
by this deafening silence

©L. Kupfer
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