Sounds (OctPoWriMo #19)
I love the mockingbird’s bright tune
The fussing of the squirrels in my
Backyard
Big band music gets me moving
With blues and swing, I find my own
Rhythm
Children laughing, puppies yipping
Church choirs singing, filling the air
With joy
Airplanes roaring overhead
Hot rods revving up their engines
So loud!
My lover’s voice, just a whisper
Caressing my heart strings, touching
My soul
All this, creation’s song of songs
The theme that fills our days with life
And love
Y’all have heard of tinnitis, right?
Ringing or buzzing in the ears
Growing
Mine is like a cicada’s song
At least I’ll never be lost in
Silence
Still playing OctPoWriMo catch-up! At least I’m not falling any further behind. Today, on the 22nd, I offer poem #19, in a form called Synchronicity, based on sensing your surroundings and the prompts: roar, dripping, rough, smooth, dark, putrid, sweet, stale
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