tHe LoNeLy NoOn


it can be endless
as the only sound
i hear is the ticking
of the wall clock

it doesn’t stop
it doesn’t stop
i’m all this flop
floating unaware
on the lonely noon

maybe i am
the only one who
can understand



About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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6 Responses to tHe LoNeLy NoOn

  1. slpmartin says:

    There are times when I wish the clock would understand the thing about ‘silence being golden’.

  2. twoscamps says:

    Maybe you’re not the only one.

  3. Sherry says:


  4. Cheryl Rac says:

    So clear and clean. I like that it’s noon, not a time normally associated with loneliness, since that’s the center of busyness in most people’s lives. Just curious about the significance of the upper and lower case title…

  5. joseyphina says:

    Like this piece. Good work done, Chester.

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