#301 (the curse of hearing I)

The curse of hearing singing redstarts

long before the break of dawn and

all those words you try to hide

in hushed exchange.

 

The small secrets you cannot keep,

but whisper into willing ears,

they ‘re flying around keeping me

awake at night.


The gentle breathing of my loved one

is breaking the sweet spell of sleep

in that somber hour between night and day

when everything turns soft, the darkness

grows sonic teeth biting into my eardrums.

© Matthias Geh, 9th June 2018

This is the first part of two poems, the second 
"The Blessing of Hearing" is going to be 
published soon on this blog. The quality of my 
hearing is something that  has accompanied me 
for my whole life. 
Being hypersensitive mostly to sounds and smells 
I haveto process a lot of data without 
the relief of a filter. Last night I fell asleep 
with some soft music, Mazzy Star's 
"Seasons of your Day" was drowning out any 
background noise of the city in the grip of 
an intense summer day, that brought me headaches
only to be woken up at 3:20 by wonderful, 
but also a little cruel birdsong.


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