Some sounds delight
Some sounds are soothing
Birdsong awakens
Haiku
I was thinking about sounds this evening and how they affect our lives. Some annoy, interrupt, cause alarm or tears.
Others sooth, delight, cheer or bring laughter.
I wonder how many of us are conscious of the sounds we emit each day and how they might affect others around us.
Something to think about…
Green shoots popping up,
Patches of yellow abound,
Spring has come again!
Haiku
I felt like Chicken Little today as everywhere I went I kept saying “ Spring is here! Spring is here!”
It may not say Spring yet on the calendar but it was very present all around my area today.
I was seeing patches of yellow daffodils in my neighbors yards and green shoots of more to come soon, hearing birds singing and lawnmowers humming, smelling fresh cut grass and enjoying the bright sunshine! What a delightful change from the damp, dark, cold days of winter!
Yes, Spring weather is here and I am enjoying every moment of it!
Floating in the air
So many sounds surrounding
The Listening Ears
Swiftly capture each word
To bring them into the heart
Tanka
We have been created with two ears and one mouth, therefore,
“…be swift to hear, slow to speak, slow to wrath:” James 1:19 KJV
Hello Miss Kitty
Dressed in your Christmas pretty
Singing a little ditty
All about the the city
Sounds kinda gritty
What a pity
Rhyme
Last night
The sun painted
The western sky orange red,
While fingers plucked harp strings
Inside.
Soothing sounds enveloped my ears,
Drowning out the darkness
Of reality
Outside.
A home
Just blocks away,
While my ears heard sweet words,
Others were being torn apart
Inside,
As the blackness of a cold heart,
Unleased its bitterness,
Drowning a soul
In tears.
Double Butterfly Cinquain
The sun envelopes
Bees, birds and squirrels visit
Lazy summer day
Breeze carries children’s laughter
And sounds of the ice cream truck
Tanka
My childhood alarm clock was varied, often ‘twas
Waking to the sound and smell of coffee perking.
Blurp, blurp, goes the old aluminum peculator,
A signal it was five am and mom was awake,
Bustling about the kitchen, making toast with jam.
I snuggle under the fresh smelling sheets and blankets,
Knowing I have another hour before I hear
Dad’s voice calling, “Leona! Time to get up.”
Those sounds, smells and sights are now memories
Of carefree days in my Illinois country home.
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