Working off the Poetic Asides prompt asking for a catch and/or release poem, and my local Stroll of Poets call to write a poem more about sound than meaning.
The Frequency of Calm
In. Out. In. Out.
As though it were that simple.
As though thinking doesn’t complicate even this.
Chase away the panic.
Catch the breath. Hold. Release.
Draw it in with a rush, flurry, gulp.
Let it out with a hush, whisper, sigh.
Draw, draw, aww, aww, awe
for this. Now.
Hold , hold, whole, whole, hole
of worry. Fade.
Let go, let go, here, here, hear
the whisper. Still.
Vibrato hum. Hum. Hum.
Om. Om. Om.
The Poetic Asides prompt today called for an “action” poem, while NaPoWriMo.net‘s suggestion was to write a poem based in sound. I decided to do a little mixing.
The ear is a good reader.
She can catch things that the lazy eye
just rolls on by,
like the awkward way this line
Or how another line might wander on and on and on and on too long for a
Voice is fleeting
but timbre, tone, emphasis
the tools of poetry come alive
with the touch of a tongue.
Sing the word — musicality.
Sounds better out loud, doesn’t it?
voice and verse passed down
Since I’ll never be a rock star
from a brightly lit, stadium stage
I’ll take this small room
of kind listeners,
poets, ears perked
and hearts swaying
to linguistic melodies.