Faint, like that of a butterflies wings
as it sucks nectar from a flower.
Thrumming of electrical wires
running energy and power throughout the house.
The noises of living life are all around.
In the chirp of cicadas at night
and the robust hum of garbage trucks in the morning.
If you let the external sounds drop off,
you will hear the resonance of yourself.
The beating of your heart.
The AC kicks on in the house
as the wind makes the chimes sing outside.
Where the birds cry in trees
and leaves race against the ground.
Reverberations of life: living.
- Author: M.E.M. ( Offline)
- Published: July 14th, 2023 08:55
- Comment from author about the poem: Poem 5/5 of my SENSES series. Feedback/comments are appreciated. Created: 7/10/23
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