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
