Poems for years 4, 5 and 6 of the Promptly Poetry Challenge. |
| Sound What is that whistling sound that I hear? Like an electrical hum of machinery; I’m unable to say if it’s distant or near, it might even be part of the scenery. Not a hum or a buzz, a hiss or a tune, it is white noise with no corners or reason - constant and yet shy, it inhabits the room, without crescendo, it wants no completion. The other sounds bleached and cast from my ear while this monotonous sound becomes rife; not conditioning air nor inspiring fear, I know it at last - it’s the rhythm of life. Line count: 12 Rhymed abab For Promptly Poetry Challenge, Week 42 Prompt: Listen. What’s the most prominent sound you hear? Write about it. |