I stepped into an aviary of sound,
it’s trumpet curling in the mid morn air,
calling me to listen, attend the signs
of winters slow eventual decline.
Reluctantly my feet marched to the streets,
where concrete slabs and tarmac overran.
Invading lorries, vans and endless cars
then hurled their heavy thrum into my path.
I raised my eyes to greet the passers by,
their visors down, they blanked my greeting call.
Until one man, a spring within his step,
Obliged my hail and smiled – he’d heard it too.
Linking this to d’Verse Poets where Ingrid is hosting: https://dversepoets.com/2022/02/08/poetics-pounding-the-pentameter/ . As suggested, I did indeed walk while composing and must have looked an interesting sight as I occasionally stopped to count the meters out loud. I had a long walk to an appointment and the result pretty much reflects the experience.
That man must have been me! Your words about the city resonate…the verse is a trumpet to me…to stay in the villages where everything is different, in very good ways, not least a lack of sound that you describe so terrifyingly well….
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Now I come to think of it, he did look a bit like your gravatar 😁
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I love your ending, Marion 😀
❤
David
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Me too 😁❤
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You captured the sights and sounds of a bustling city very well, Marion.
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Thank you Punan. 😊
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My pleasure. 😊
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There are always those sounds that you have to listen for, but once you heard them you know that they cannot be unheard, signaling that spring is here.
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The birds are becoming more and more vocal – I love that sound.
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This was a captivating write Marion. I don’t walk anymore, health does not oblige. But I watch when I am in my electric cart. These times have the few people, that are not buried in their phones, downcast. It is hard not to be. I loved the possibility of joy expressed in this piece my friend. A pleasure to read.
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Thank you Rob. It cheered me up no end when this guy smiled hello back at me – such a simple action. So pleased you enjoyed the poem 😊.
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A great write Marion! You captured it so well and I particularly like ‘Until one man, a spring within his step,
Obliged my hail and smiled – he’d heard it too.’
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Thank you Carol.😊. He certainly put a spring in my step!
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Beautifully written, Marion: I felt like I was there with you! I am glad you got a smile out of your walk in the end 🙂
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Thank you Ingrid. Yes, it definitely cheered me up!
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A delightful reminder of humanity in fine form … when and where we might least expect it! Love your poem.
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Thank you so much Helen.😊
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Sometimes walking in the city can be dehumanizing. I like that your poem ends with a friendly greeting, Marion! I enjoyed your poem. ❤
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So pleased you enjoyed it Cheryl.
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So many passersby look but do not see. Beautiful poem.
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Thank you Bev. It’s true, they don’t.
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Concise, dialled, wordy fitment. Few words told a complete, relatable story. A very nice read. Thanks for your post 🙂
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Thank you Bardie 😊
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