I can’t believe that I have almost reached the end of this year’s poetry-writing challenge! Tomorrow, I’ll have to find a way to celebrate, but for now, here’s my next-to-last poem of the month!
Once more, I followed the daily prompt, which suggested that we write a meditative poem. Mine is inspired by my uneasy love for both the clamour of the city and the serenity of nature, and my difficult relationship with sounds. I say “difficult” because I find some odd noises, such as that of cars rushing by, strangely comforting, while others, like the “white noise” of a neighbour’s distant TV set, really tick me off.
I find tranquility
in the murmur of passing cars,
the startling call of foxes,
echoes of two wildernesses
melted into each other.
Night without the cacophony
of racing sirens
seems lonely, soulless.
And early mornings without
an orchestra of birds might as well
keep the sun to themselves.
Where sounds build soft borders
I tread gently, so as not to break