Hi all,

Thanks to yesterdays contributor Susan McCartney. I will pass all your comments on to her, look out for more work from her soon !

Today's guest is Marjorie Lacy.

Marjorie runs her own writing group and publishes her own Blog.
Check it out at mauveoneblog.wordpress.com.

This poem is around the theme of her recent work-group "sound".

Marjorie Lacy, South Elmsall Poetry Group, February, 2017.

                                                                                

Sounds in my head.  

My head sometimes is full of birdsong,

who, to my delight, inhabit my garden.

Or, full of pleasant music on Classic FM.

Other times on the Radio or Television.

We like the sound quite quiet,

then suddenly, it blares out an

advertisement or a trail for a programme.

When driving, the radio is my passenger.

But, you can also hear the other traffic.

Even driving around my country roads,

my ears pick up the swish and

swoosh of lorries on the A1,

especially around the accident

black spot of Barnsdale Bar.

Through the day time, the sound

in my ears, Tinnitus ringing loudly,

is masked by the sounds of the day,

But come the night time, the sounds

worsen, enough to deafen you.

Sleep becoming impossible.

My Audiologist told me,

‘Tinnitus has three stages,

mild and but comfortable,

louder and more noticeable,

extremely loud, bringing Insanity!

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