today's poem came about when i visited the oneword site for a prompt. the word was "sound". add in a bit of people-watching and there's this list poem...
sounds
the truth is it can be very noisy in the morning.
for example, i was just grabbing a cup of tea this morning at the coffeeshop, where besides the clink of porcelain cup on saucer, there were the squawks of magpies quarreling, the stray cat at my feet begging for food, looking up with pitiful eyes, a plaintive little meow from its throat, the tirade from the cabbie a few tables away, spewing expletives and coffee vehemently, the rustle of morning papers, the armchair politicians voicing their opinions on national policies, the soap drama running on the tv on the wall, its wash of music and conversation no one was listening. and then a heavy screech of brakes as a van tried to run a red light unsuccessfully at a pedestrian crossing nearby.
so when i left, the cat had already given up on me and was eying the magpies intently, not making a sound.
22/04/2012
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© cheong lee san ( dsnake1 ), 2012
4 comments:
sounds true...
:D
thanks!
Occasionally, the cat does get one of those birds. :)
We do live in a very noisy place, that we no longer really notice.
yes, we do. even in the deep of night, there's still a lot of noises. :)
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