The Sound Collector

by Invited   Aug 5, 2008


A stranger walked among our street
With no sound below his feet
Wearing in black and grey
This tall stranger walked away
And now the sparrow sung
as daylight approached the day
For when no sound was heard
All of us just stared
For the sound collector was here
And yet no-one feared.
Not a squeak heard from floorboards
No-one was at all bored
As the kettle dared not hiss
And nothing was heard not sound, not song, not bliss!
He passed the sound inside a bag
As if it was some precious flag
Anonymous he was -as if without a name
For life as we know it, will never be the same.

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  • 15 years ago

    by InfiniteChange

    This poem is simply captivating. I like the way you pull the reader into this piece, leaving them intrigued. Who is this man? why does he have such an influence on his environment, in such a way it provokes pure mystification and fear..?! 5/5. Nice poem really! And thank you for commenting on mine

    xx Denise

  • 16 years ago

    by Aish

    Woah-kinda creepy!!!
    very cleverly written-well done.
    Great idea and poem!

    5/5

  • 16 years ago

    by Ingrid

    What a pleasant surprise this poem is, Chinwe!
    Keep posting sweetie, I love to read your work;)

    Hugs,

    Ingrid

  • 16 years ago

    by Jim McMillen the man within

    This is a realy good poem Chinwe.
    The simple things in life we so easily take for granted , but in their absence we suddenly realize their value and the emptiness their loss leaves behind...5/5...Jim

  • 16 years ago

    by Osita

    Quite scarey - who is this sound collector?Good work.

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