Sounds of the Day
Shaken to the marrow by phone alarm’s raucous call
want to throw the demon fatally against the wall
The humming of the fan gives some solace
yes, I did wake up in my familiar right place
Faucet, shower, hairdryer, the mundane sounds of washing up
herald life one day at a time, languidly creeping up
Stepping out into the porch to check my roses, old and new
sweet symphony of myriad morning birds, my spirit does renew
And there, the subtle but unmistakable knock on my heart
Shush, not now! I chide it with a timbre, icy cold and tart.
Whooshing sounds of cars speeding by as I head to work
silenced by radio, reporting crimes of a world gone berserk
Noise of frantic keyboard tapping usurp most of my day
fringed by meetings where not everyone is sure of what they say
Sound of my footsteps in the parking lot, while heading back
triggers the nagging knock, now sharper in its attack.
Dishes, oven, fridge, I quickly swerve though the din
almost ready to concede to the lucid calling within
As night falls, the worldly voices slowly fade and vanish
I start writing poems. Tapping of my fingers, I always do cherish.
Written on 06/18/2016
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