John Loving Iii Poet I do not know?

Let Everything That Has Breath

Bells and bamboo
Cymbals and tap shoes
Jugs and empty bottles
Tires and engine throttle
Sweaky stairs and rocking chairs
Rustling leaves blown in the breeze
The drip of a drop of water
Rattling of chains
Crashing of waves
A mixture of rain and thunder
The tick of a clock
The click of a lock
A quake that tears assunder

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Debbie Guzzi December 2, 2012 at 2:49 PM Nice to read your work today John sound isn't used much in our writes and its a joy to read a write focused on sound! Light & Love

Constance La France November 28, 2012 at 7:15 AM John, I love your poem, it is beautiful and thought provoking, Constance

Elizabeth O'Driscoll November 12, 2012 at 4:47 AM enjoyed your wonderful poem John,have a beautiful day, love Elizabeth

Michelle Mac Donald November 11, 2012 at 4:40 PM Some will do musical mixes with different sounds and noise...you've done a poetical one, John! Enjoyed reading this piece.:) I like sounds, I could hear many of these. Best wishes, Mikki

Harry Horsman November 10, 2012 at 2:52 PM cleverr poem this is,John, excellent read,,,,

Charlotte Puddifoot November 8, 2012 at 6:07 AM let everything that has breath...be silenced, particularly if it's irritating, that's what I say haha soup mail for you mr bells and bamboo

Linda-Marie Sweetheart November 6, 2012 at 1:15 AM ALL THESE THINGS AND SO MUCH MORE JOHN .. AN AMAZING LIST OF PERTINENT THINGS TO PONDER LUV .. HOPE U HAVE BEEN WELL .. WE R STILL RECOVERING FROM HURRICANE SANDY DAMAGE BUT THANKFUL OUR FAMILY WAS SAFE WITH SO MUCH LOSS ALL AROUND US.

Phyllis Babcock November 5, 2012 at 3:44 PM okay now I understand thanks for getting back to me. love phyl

Sara Kendrick November 5, 2012 at 2:25 PM I like the unique way that you pulled this one together..All these items make their own music or noise just according to how one looks at it or the way it is used or the mood we are in at the moment...Enjoyed reading your great work..Thanks for stopping by my latest work..Sara

Phyllis Babcock November 5, 2012 at 1:29 PM The title kinda threw me off the poem. Was not sure what you meant by it. I know the quake can be destructive to everything and maybe that is what you meant. love phyl