This time round, I started from today’s NaPoWriMo prompt, but decided to narrow it down somewhat. So, instead of writing “a poem in which you very specifically describe something in terms of at least three of the five senses”, as the original suggestion went, I focused on sound and hearing specifically. There was no complicated reason behind this choice; I suppose that was just the mood of the day.
(DAY 17)
Freedom
This, she told me,
was freedom: the sound
of rain in one of those
tiny rooms of your heart,
the waltzing steps
of your parents on their
wedding day in another,
the clatter of a mirror
that fell but didn’t
shatter in a third,
and a stranger’s
unmistaken greeting
in the final chamber.
Encyclopaedia Vanitatum 