I wanted to play in The Miss Rumphius Effect poetry stretch this week, which was about scale and magnitude. My dog, Captain Jack Sparrow, was sick last night, and it made me go into worrying mode. Here’s a poem that swam around my head as I was falling asleep last night.
The Loudest Quiet
The screen door bangs shut behind me, and then
it is quiet
I call out “Pebbles!” but
it is quiet
I listen for nails on floor
It is quiet
The house is wrong
It is too quiet
–Laura Purdie Salas, all rights reserved
Poem Starter: Write a poem about silence. What’s the quietest place you’ve ever been? Do you like it to be quiet, or do you like lots of noise? What kind of noise do you like to make if a room feels too quiet?