PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

The Noise.

Sometimes deafness is not so bad, especially when one has been given new earplugs. With my new earplugs all that I hear is over exaggerated. The radio, the television even the noises that one hears at night time explode in my ears.

I have a small knob on each earplug to turn the sound down; this helps sometimes but not always. It is driving me round the bend. When I go into a café for a cup of coffee I hear every word that is spoken even at the table furthest away from me. This is sometimes very funny you have no idea what people whisper to each other especially when they have some poor neighbour that they are gossiping about.

One conversation went something like this. She is up to her old tricks again. Four men went into her house each came out after a half an hour. They were not reading the electric meter that is for sure. What do you think they are doing, after all half an hour is a long time to read a meter. One I saw coming out of her front door took awhile to get his trousers straight. She is up to her old games again I tell you.

What does her husband say to such goings on? Oh! Him he is only happy when he has enough money to go to the public house for his beer. I am sure that she keeps him; he never seems to have regular hours for work.

She has bought herself some new expensive clothes. That is why I am sure that she is up to her old tricks again. Does no one call the Police I am sure that it is forbidden; after all it is a form of prostitution isn’t it.

No one reports anything down our street most have got something to hide anyway and that is why no one calls in the Police.

 I wish they would not clash the cups and saucers when making the coffee the noise is deafening and I do so want to catch the rest of the conversation from the far table. I must admit I do love a bit of gossip and I must tell the wife she will be tickled pink to hear this juicy news from the café.

The owner of the Café has now turned the radio on full blast perhaps he too has heard the conversation from the far table. I can only get bits and pieces of the conversation so I will drink my coffee, pay and go on home. Hope the traffic noise is not so loud as it was coming here. Bye now see you tomorrow.