I wrote a poem about Tinnitus a long time ago, twelve years in fact, you can read it here.
I have revisited the topic recently and this is the result.
This is growing old:
in my left ear three notes
played on a piano accordion,
stuck on repeat, plenty of sustain.
The right as in the last poem
carries the sound of the sea,
an older tune than human time.
In the night, when I awake
the street lamp patterns
leaf shadows on the blinds,
ancient music in my ears.
I think it is self explanatory. I wrote it one morning after lying in bed catalouguing the sounds in my head.
Here is a rewrite, courtesy once again, of The Secret Poets. You can read the original here.
as the buses turn the corner
they catch the sun and bounce the light
straight into our sitting room
as the driver turns the wheel
patterns of leaves stroke the walls
move and then are gone
in silence this morning
I await the next illumination
Only two words have been removed from the middle stanza. Sometimes that is all it takes.
Here's Cosmo Sheldrake.Until next time.