Sounds

Amid the delight arrived the sound A tenderly mauve drop on ground It was a large flower from a tree unknown to me And consequently Stepped in tiny flowers of joy in my eyes Obviously I looked up and there stood the sky Pure blue Like your milieu Looking at me Listening to my sounds of glee From my mouth and lips and tongue Aided by my cheerful lung As at the time Thumb and index finger of mine Held the orange popsicle Chuckling sounds were blossoming In the dancing taste buds The rhythm stops As a horse gallops there in the field A build up of sound collage From tree shrills a nightingale Before I finish perceiving the music My ears were drawn to the giggles From the revolving beauty wheel A crimson feel in my breath Life and life everywhere Not a shadow of death These images of sound came in a procession Of golden past In the moonlit ship a lovely mast In my today's meditation Which now is shattered by The successive sounds of calling bell Newspaper milk bread domestic aid Honking horns from vehicular traffic Clang bang clash crash Gnash and thrash Loud speaker blaring cheap music All mortar and brick No gondola in a creek Look for a poem in web portals You will come across Camels at the window Seeking entry through a shadow No seagull As I am forced to end my meditation I look in void and try to understand Well, this is perhaps The cost of civilization October 29, 2017 In response to Eve Roper's Nice Contest : The Sounds of the Past