Last night' s Cafe Create poetry challenge was to write a poem about silence featuring the words:
Wind
Water polo
Alternate
Beagle two
Castanet
Psycho therapy
I woke up, couldn't hear the wind
My ears had sinned
All input binned
Tinnitus - tinned
The sound is slaughtered
Over-watered
Decibels quartered
Ear-holes mortared
It is a no no
If you go low
You should say woah
Under-water polo
I tried to see
If there might be
Another key
A noise to set my panic fee
The taps flow rate
A soundless date
The shower sedate
Maybe I could alternate
Turned on the news
But missed all cues
Unshared views
No Humphrys bruise
I think the noise
Often annoys
Ruins my poise
But I didn't want to lose its joys
Now I get
A dreadful threat
No rhythm set
A silent castanet
So let's see
What becomes of me?
Psycho-therapy
Can't raise the fee
Farewell laughter my old friend
I think you got me in the end
The prophets subway walls just send
Me round the bend
What's a guy supposed to do?
It feels like glue
My ears are through
There's more response from Beagle 2
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