words come to me in poems for how they sound. how does it sound out loud? sound penetrates. sound is so primitive-- sidesteps the rational. sound holds us speaks to us rocks us pushes us. sound borns each moment.
here is a poem about daily sounds:
The comfort of
Making
Your way
In the world.
The clunk of your
Shoes
Up the stairs
Thud of the
Mug on the shelf
Rattle of
Vitamins
In a bottle
as they’re
Lifted up
from
The table
Tapping unshod toes
again
To get a pen
Scratching
Skritches
Across
The page…
Tumbling water
to the tub
Begun
By the
Twist of my hand.
Ruckle and thump
I come into
Being
With
Sound.
Clabbering
Back down
To get a
Towel.
6/23/2010
Friday, April 8, 2011
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