
The Sound Collector by Roger McGough
A stranger came this morning
Dressed all in black and grey
Put every sound into a bag
And carried them away
The whistling of the kettle
The turning of the lock
The purring of the kitten
The ticking of the clock
The popping of the toaster
The crunching of the flakes
When you spread the marmalade
The scraping noise it makes
The hissing of the frying-pan
The ticking of the grill
The bubbling of the bathtub
As it starts to fill
The drumming of the raindrops
On the window-pane
When you do the washing-up
The gurgle of the drain
The crying of the baby
The squeaking of the chair
The swishing of the curtain
The creaking of the stair
A stranger called this morning
He didn’t leave his name
Left us only silence
Life will never be the same.
Poem Attribution © Roger McGough, The Sound Collector
Source Attribution https://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-sound-collector/
Painting Attribution © R. C. Anaider, Sounds of Time, 2021
Source Attribution https://www.saatchiart.com/art/Painting-Sounds-of-Time/1787681/8458061/view
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I like this very much. Those ordinary, everyday sounds are an important part of life!
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A wonderful poem by Roger McGough. so pleased you enjoyed, Liz.
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Good pairing of the striking art and poem.
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Hi, Rebecca. So pleased you enjoyed your visit. Much appreciated. happy Tuesday My Friend.
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Happy Tuesday. Hope you will check out the poetry challenge poems. : )
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