I sit listening for sounds around me Poem, by sorenbarrett, at My poetic side

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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