I sit listening for sounds around me, the hum of a motor, the chirp of a bird.
A breeze blows rustling leaves.
In the back room the drip of a faucet is a metronome in two four time.
A distant bark of a dog answered by another.
The sound of an ax splitting wood.
A rattling lid on a boiling pan.
The sizzle of a drop on a hot stove top.
A fly drones then bangs against the window pane banging in a frantic rhythm.
Dust falling like snowflakes muffled.
Somewhere a radio plays.
There are voices too, thoughts converted into words.
Words spin and twist growing louder weaving a fabric.
I hear the crackling of flames.
Poems burn in my mind.
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Much enjoyed write, I sat listening with you
Thank you Norman for the review and comment. Listening the first step I appreciate your visit.
most welcome
Great to witness the birthing of a poem. Birthing is not always the most accurate word ๐๐๏ธ
Thanks so much Cryptic I appreciate your reviewing this piece and your comment my fiend.
Most welcome my friend๐๐๏ธ
Nicely written. Your poem emphasizes the importance of being attuned to one's environment, suggesting that inspiration can be found in the mundane aspects of life. It reflects a broader theme of mindfulness and the transformative power of observation in the creative process.
Thank you Friendship you have put it well and it is appreciated
You're so welcome, my friend
Yes, sounds like some mindfulness there. That can be useful, though some of it has eccentric elements in it, I think.
Thank you Orchi you are right I am eccentric.
lol.
When ever I hear the Sounds out of my Window, It reminds me of 'Rear Window' and Jimmy Stewart watching the Neighbours. The day in motion.
A fave right here .
Thank you Kevin for the read and comment it is always most appreciated
I'd rather agree with arqios that what's essentially meant is the birth of a poem. Nicely done.
Thank you so much for the read and comment it is a very nice interpretation
Reading this feels like i was with you when you were writing it. Loved it soren
You are very kind and I thank you for your read and comment
Wonderful words soren, poems can come from many places.
Andy
Thank you Andy for your review. Yes they can and do, sometimes out of the least expected.
Oh yes what a beautiful poem and I was drawn right into the sound and last lines ๐น
Thank you Teddy for the read and comment it is deeply appreciated my friend
Soren, what struck me most is how attentively this listens. Every sound feels like part of the same unfolding composition, from the smallest movement to the largest. By the end, the outside world and the inner world seem to meet in the flames. Powerful poem, my friend. ๐น๐ค๐๐ฏ๏ธ
Thanks so much my friend your review as attentive as the poem and very deeply appreciated
You just heard nicely, the things , which just passes by our ears . What we see is the thing that you just sense by your whole body . Youโr a great observer and a poet .
You are most Kind Divya and your words are cherished. I appreciate your read and comment
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