Always breathing. Always learning. Always searching. Always dreaming.
Whir of wind
Trill of bird
Distant plane
Spoken word
Honking car
Someone talking
Snoring dog
People walking
Coffee perking
Coo of dove
Creaking floorboard
from above
All of this
before sunrise
Ears awake
but not my eyes
April 12th
Prompt: Write a Sound Poem
The Poetry of Emotion
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absolute drivel.
Because she can
Listen to your inner self..it has all the answers..
Bernie Gourley. Traveling Poet-Philosopher
Some thoughts from author and agent Marie Lamba
The home of poetry
Daydreaming and then, maybe, writing a poem about it. And that's my life.
Tori Dreamer 