This white noise surrounds and consumes. There is an overstated necessity to its infernal clutter, a relentless pace. I don’t want to plug my headphones in, turn on an app of falsity to find the relaxation I desire. I should sooner stick my head in a lake and shout at the fish. Is it so wrong to wish for birdsong, crickets playing their violin wings, the barking of an exuberant puppy? I think not. I hope not. There is nothing wrong with the sounds of life, I’m not saying that. I only wish they’d leave me alone long enough to make that decision for myself. If they do, I’ll lay back and listen to the sound of the rain on my window, the sun sizzling in the sky, or snow falling in whispers. If I’m very lucky, I might even listen to the most beautiful sound of them all: Silence.
Published by Richard Ankers
Richard is a writer and author of The Eternals Series published by Creativia. A former Authonomy.com gold medalist, part of HarperCollins, Richard has had many short stories and poetry published and always feels extremely privileged each time. A prolific writer, a constant source of clearing his mind, Richard has created this website to share just some of the many poems and prose he has written that would otherwise have fallen by the wayside. Reading and writing have always been Richard's main love along with the pursuit of keeping fit. Running, walking, and anything that provides a spectacular view always feature highly for him. Running in the rain with his headphones on whilst dreaming up some future storyline is just about perfect. It would be nicer still if that run was in Switzerland or Norway, but we can't have everything. Oh, and coffee, lots and lots of coffee. View all posts by Richard Ankers