A fog comes down between you and the world.
Words have to scramble through.
A dog’s breakfast of sounds.
Turning the volume up on the TV only increases the blur.
Why does one sense desert you when others
are intact?
Every now and then yr ears pop
and the world of sounds : leaf blowers.
crows caw, the Harley revving up
across the road, the postman’s whistle,
comes rushing at you with all its
clarity and clangor.
John Malone 
frustrating to say the least, like an old tv, with the volume and picture in and out
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that’s a great way of putting it, Beth; wished I had thought of that 🙂 off to the doc’s tomorrow, possibly, for an ear syringe 🙂
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Oh, how discombobulating. ‘Dog’s breakfast of sound’ is a striking image of what misery this must be. Earplugs with tassels, like Hepburn from BAT, might it help? The mind needs respite from all that noise.
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thanks, K; seeing doc tomorrow , possibly for ear syringe; meanwhile It’s giving me something new to write about: almost all my poems involve vision, so it’s refreshing — and a challenge — to have written one around hearing; you don’t come across that many —
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I liked this poem John, except I feel the word ‘its’ would be better placed at the beginning of the final line, which would then place more emphasis on the word ‘all’ in the penultimate line.
Cheers!
Carolyn
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fair call, Carolyn; I will fix in the final version 🙂
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Here’s to your ears! Speaking of sounds: I’ve been listening to quite a few albums via Amazon Music. Do you like Steve Earle? I recently heard his So You Wannabe An Outlaw. It’s real good.
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I do like Steve Earle. I’ll check that one out; thanks Neil 🙂
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Great description of the blurring of sound, which I usually associate with the visual sense. The two are linked though. I once got the wax cleaned out of my ears and my eyesight improved immediately. Hope your visit goes well. xo
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Wow ! that is so weird; perhaps the two senses are more closely aligned than we think —
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They are! Hope your appointment went well.
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just come from the docs, Eden; all syringed:)
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Good luck with the visit. Had mine done last week. The joys of ageing!
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thanks Hobbo: as my mother morosely pointed out, when I was in my youth: “it’s a tragedy to grow old” —
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Wise people, these mothers.
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you got that one right, Hobbo 🙂
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👍
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Good luck at the doctors!
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thanks Bob; be marching off to the clinic in a few hours 🙂
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I had to look up “A dog’s breakfast.” Not a phrase I was familiar with, but now I am… and I can’t wait to use it!
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I assumed the phrase was widely understood but it may be an peculiar to Oz
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After years of living all over the world, including Oz, I can say that are a lot of peculiarities in Oz, but pro ably not as many as in New Mexico!
All the best, John!
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thanks. I love language in all its peculiarities; English is such a beautiful mongrel 🙂
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Indeed it is
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Whoa those hearing woes! But I do get jazzed when I can actually fix small hearing aid problems. I am better at writing than fixing. The biggest irony for us old married folks is that usually the first things we lose with age are the higher tones with which our wives speak. Whoa those hearing woes!
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hahaha; I think you’re onto something there 🙂
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The fog and the jarring sounds, in and out,…I experienced some of this after my brain injury, John. The fog…I’m still in it at times. All of our senses do indeed work so closely together!
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the fully active senses help along the hobbling ones 🙂
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Yes!! ☺️
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I do identify!
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it comes with being a senior 😦
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