Jibber Jabber

A poem on noise, invited or not.

Jibber jabber in the trees
the wind cascading over leaves
the swaying baying branchy breeze
is calling out to me. 

Jibber jabber down the hall
the pitter patter footsteps small
her shouting bouncing off the wall
is calling out to me. 

Jibber jabber in my head
the thoughts that circle round my bed
of all the words I’ve left unsaid
are calling out to me. 

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