OctPoWriMo, Day 16 (Poem 15)

ReclaimingHi, my name is Jess and I hate poetry!!

Ok, no.  That’s a lie.  It’s a lie that currently feels like a truth, even though I know that what I’m frustrated with isn’t poetry (or even the poems I’m producing, given that I’m adhering to strict time frames, forms, and themes), it’s my own issues with time management and my inability to organize my thoughts.  But that’s another entry.  Here’s a poem.

This is a form called a landay, which I’ve played with before and actually kind of like.


Noise

The rush of traffic in the distance;
Like the crash of waves breaking against the winter shore,

Like the wind through the dying trees,
Branches trembling like children who forgot their coats.

The noise in the silence: the hum of life,
The adrenaline thrum of blood rushing in our ears,

The pulse of a heart, a gentle breath;
The whine of longing after a lover breaks a kiss,

The sharp, dry crack of leaves underfoot,
The breeze eddying in grass, a carelessly slammed door,

The creak of old windows in a storm,
The roar of rain on tired asphalt; boots in puddles.

Listen to the so-called silence.
Life is screaming to be heard, and we are deaf to it.


We are over the hump!  OctPoWriMo is more than half over – how are you all doing?  Link up are closed, but it’s always worth following along!

Author: Jessica Cross

Writer, maker, geek, feminist, mom. Not necessarily in that order.

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