What was that. A knock? Sssh! Listen. I heard something. Was it the wind, scratching across my pane? The pine tree branch thumps its fingers. Squirrels, racoons and mice scurry over my roof. My porch light is a beacon of revelation. The doors are locked against friend or others. I will wait. Fall asleep. Dream. A hut on an island in the blue, No ghostly memories.
“Bang...Bang...” said the clang “Strum...Strum...” said the drum “****...****...” said the flute “Woot...Woot...” said the gong “Ding...Ding...” said the strings “Ring...Ring...” the violins Mishmash was the noise till “ “ said the voice
Beckon unto me with thine Angel-voice so soft In heavenly song that doest Elevate mine soul aloft Amongst the myriad of blissful keys I rejoice Alas! I've transcended to God's kingdom by the sweet sound of thine voice
Something I thought of while out on the porch smoking. Thinking about how I wish my ex wife would apologize for all the things she put me through. How hearing her say she is sorry would be music to my ears and lift up my soul. This is what came from that idea.
Splish Splash with Tired arms Inhale Exhale with Tired breath Yell and Argue with Tired coach Whine and Complain with Tired swimmers Loud Static from a Tired radio Bubble and Pour from a Tired coffee ***
At the pool, sound became music, and music a Tired cane for them to rest their weary limbs
I’m trying to read more so that I can enjoy all of your poems as well:)
Raised voices like an echo through a horn, makes my ears get pierced with thorns. little humans that shriek all the time, gives me shivers down my spine. All the cars that sound their horns, chased away my peace until is gone. All the sounds that i could hear, makes me feel like death is near. My heart seems to race endlessly, chased by fear relentlessly.
a poem regarding something that i have been experiencing for a long time now
Incessant beeping infests my mind, Words and phrases all intertwined. Cease that noise you alarming freak! It has been ongoing for all but a week. Like a drill to the skull A sound never quite clear I beg, what say you with your chime so queer? Unable to transcribe what you whisper so dear I guess I must give up attempting to hear…