Hello, Poetry?
Classics
Words
Blog
F.A.Q.
About
Contact
Guidelines
© 2025 HePo
by
Eliot
Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads.
Become a member
Sean Achilleos
Poems
Jun 2023
The Muted Bird
I saw an old farmhouse
It reminded me more of a home than just a house
I pictured myself living there
I pictured having the windows shut and the curtains drawn closed
I imagined silence
Behind this house there was a big mountain
Snow white clouds spilling over the peak like pouring milk
There was that silent sound again
Back inside I pictured an old black bakelite telephone in the passage
Only I knew the number
I could phone out
But there would be no incoming calls
I've chosen it this way
The kitchen is cozy and modest
A *** plant in the windowsill
The television and radio have been stacked inside the ceiling
They have become dust collectors
The only sound is the ticking of the clock
It doesn't matter if it runs down
Time is not important here
Not in this space
I eatΒ Β
I think
I go for a walk
I return
I drink a cup of tea
It's late afternoon and the sun wants to retire
I read
I think some more
I turn out the light
I go to sleep and forget
sean achilleos
19-06-23
#life
#live
#breathe
#think
#silence
Written by
Sean Achilleos
50/M/Southern Africa
(50/M/Southern Africa)
Follow
π
π
π
π
π
π€―
π€
πͺ
π€
π
π¨
π€€
π
π’
π
π€¬
0
886
Please
log in
to view and add comments on poems