Today's OctPoWriMo prompt asked us to use the sounds around us to create a poem.
Discrete Sounds on
the Patio
A lonely birdsong echoes
no winged compadres
respond
Unlike the doggie yips that float
and rile the neighborhood pets
A lone vehicle moves along my hard-packed alley
Tires crunch scattered gravel
Steady rolling thunder -- a lone airplane
accompanies the annoying tune
bubbling from a distant ice cream truck
In concert, the low rhythmic reverberation
From car speakers sweeps through the next block
Alone on the patio, I listen, ear cocked and ready
Gathering discrete sounds this fall day
Your poem "gathers" such an array of images through sound, thus creating a sense of neighborhood, yet the mood created is a little sad or ambivalent. I can't tell which, but the poem makes me a little sad.
ReplyDeleteI just heard a story of a father who told his son that the ice cream truck only played music when it was out of ice cream. Hope that wasn't true of your ice cream truck!
Thanks for your comment, Beth. Maybe it was the repetition of alone, lone, and lonely that created the mood of sadness. I meant to convey that it was a fairly quiet time in the afternoon, not many critters or folks around.
ReplyDeleteCheers, xoA
Quiet days such as this are, alas, few and far between.
ReplyDeleteSo true, Tempest. These days are to be savored. Thank you for taking the time to read and comment. xoA
ReplyDeletePerceptive!The way your senses are attuned to your environs speaks a lot about your observant nature :)
ReplyDeleteThanks, Sunita. As writers we are charged with noticing all around us. I'm a writer -- and very nosy, too! xoA
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