Sounds in silence

The candle is lit

as I sit

in the silence of the crib room

where my writing begins.

A small pop of a sound,

Almost like a drop of water-

Plop,

Enters the silence of the crib room.

What is the origin of this sound?

The bottle of water on the nightstand?

Is it raining outside?

What else in this corner of the crib room could cause the sound?

Plop with an edge,

More of a crackle.

Looking at the candle,

I notice that it is burning bright,

yet

there is not much wax left.

Hurry!

Watch!

As the flicker of light dances its final encore,

watching,

the sound has disappeared.

Listen, and

see.

One response to “Sounds in silence”

  1. This poem presents a mystery to the reader as the narrator presents possible answers to the source of the sound – I was thoroughly engaged throughout!

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