For today's prompt, I want you to write a poem filled with noise. Or, at least, it should involve noise. There's all manner of noise you could write about: traffic, celebration, panic, nature, etc. You could even write about the space between noises.
In the steam room when the steam stops
its histrionic exhaling
there is no sound
the door has vanished
peace
hot
a water drop
my inbreath
no sound
sweet minutes of nothing
as no one
nowhere.
the door sucks open
someone enters
not even a shape
just a vague darkness
that can't see me
it is polite to make a small noise
when you too are not even a shape
but a vague lightness
breathing up there in the corner
without making a sound
breathe out your drama.
make it heard.
aaaaaaaaaah.
shapeless
present.
peace.
2 comments:
that hit me as one of your most vivid poems. wow. I loved that. because we're water signs?
you're kidding?
i was in NO mood to write.
but in the steam room i was definitely thinking - anything, everything water, whatever form it takes i am TOTALLY at peace with it (and did think about the water sign thing). yup.
you're clever.
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