As you go through your day, listen to conversations and sounds around you – at the supermarket, your favorite café, the mall, walking down the street, at home… Then pick a sound or snippet of conversation and write for 15 minutes and see where it takes you. Just write! Poetry, prose – whatever flows!

2Bamboopanda

39 reads

No Sound

Late at night,

While lying down,

I hear it

At first,

It's faint, muffled

Hard to make out

Even in the deafening silence

But it's a familiar sound,

One I've heard far too often

It's her

Crying again,

Helpless sobs wracking her body,

Overwhelmed by a toxic mixture

Of depression and despair

It's because of her husband,

Again

As it always is

This is what I've heard

For the past three years,

Night after night

It's the sound

I wish to hear no more

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Challenge

Sounds...

As you go through your day, listen to conversations and sounds around you – at the supermarket, your favorite café, the mall, walking down the street, at home… Then pick a sound or snippet of conversation and write for 15 minutes and see where it takes you. Just write! Poetry, prose – whatever flows!

dctezcan

61 reads

The id

Incessant whining

of a nagging id

of the child

who has learned that

the pleading, needling,

ear-piercing sound

of his plaintive whine

will ever lead

to the fulfillment

of his id-controlled

heart’s desire

by the loving

albeit misguided parent

desiring momentary peace

but unwittingly receiving

a lifetime of whine-enabled

id-fulfillment.

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Challenge

Sounds...

As you go through your day, listen to conversations and sounds around you – at the supermarket, your favorite café, the mall, walking down the street, at home… Then pick a sound or snippet of conversation and write for 15 minutes and see where it takes you. Just write! Poetry, prose – whatever flows!

Mazzmyrrheyes

41 reads

Laughter

I hear the laughter

A silly Old Maid card game

Moments of respite

Takes away the pain

A simple pot of soup

A blessing as we gather

So wonderful

To be here, all together

We never know

When missing at the table

A family member

No longer will be able

To join in laughter

And silly games of youth

Will it be sickness

Or one of them we lose?

So I sit quietly

And take each moment in

Enjoying laughter

From each one of them

And tuck it in my heart

To take with me always

And fondly look upon

This joyful, special day

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Challenge

Sounds...

As you go through your day, listen to conversations and sounds around you – at the supermarket, your favorite café, the mall, walking down the street, at home… Then pick a sound or snippet of conversation and write for 15 minutes and see where it takes you. Just write! Poetry, prose – whatever flows!

Huckleberry_Hoo

69 reads

Midnight Dogs

The wind was the thing. The wind set the mood, it blowing hard on my ear and my cheek. I heard naught but it on my ear, and it through the naked trees, they raising bony fingers in a frenzied salute to the wind.

The wind was the thing. The wind from the north, it pushing translucent clouds through a search-light moon, they washing the sky with golden soap, and watching, watching, watching through the veil.

The wind was the thing. The wind hurried my steps, my mind tromping, and tromping in time. Boots tromping in time, a Kipling ryhme? Seven, six, eleven, five... nine and twenty miles today?

The wind was the thing. The dogs knew its rush, they pulling hard at the leads. Toe-nail clicks quick and light, they pushing the pace, they needing a chase, they seeking a possum, or coon.

The wind was the thing. The midnight dogs, they sniffling high of the wind. I heard naught but them on my ear, their bay to the scent on the wind, their bay a salute to the wind.

The wind belonged to my "Midnight Dogs", it pulling them along, it tromping me along.

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