Propelled by the Noise of the Day
Enticed from my warm cocoon by the endless possibilities
The first morning breeze stirs the leaves on the tree outside my bedroom,
A rustle and shiver forming the dance of the tree’s good morning ritual,
A happy sound like music infusing my eardrums,
The morning silence swooshing through the leaves has become habitual.
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The flutter of a bird’s wings shimmer in time to the tree’s dance,
A chorus of notes escaping the throaty songs of its delight,
Celebrating the dawning of a new day, an open expectation of possibilities,
As his nest mates join the band, throttling the cords higher in the day’s first light.
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Off in the distance the echo of a dog’s constant barking strains to be heard,
Excitement evident in the singularity of each hoarse note,
The tone of the bark rising and falling upon the airwaves,
Whispering the endless dreams and wishes forcibly drawn for his thirsty throat.
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The swooshing rhythm of a multitude of tyres crushing the black top,
Speeding past in a constant rhythmic flow,
Crushing pavements under pressure from the almighty beasts,
Loudly echoing upon the sun hardened roads as they pass to and fro.
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Occasional twitters of human conversation drifting haphazardly,
All a necessary part of the world awakening to a day of chance,
The deeper tones of a male neighbour wishing his love good morning,
A normality established by a lifetime of love’s weaving circumstance.
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The airways fill with the hum of a plane, soaring high throughout the clouds,
Leaving the vicinity in a rush of vibrations, fading swiftly from my ears,
Leaving an absence, a void of noise, silencing the sky far and near,
Subsiding into a crisp cleanliness of quietude as the noise clears.
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The busyness of the day’s sounds intensifies,
Lauding my laziness to leave the warmth cocoon of my bed,
Boasting the endeavours of chance and the possibilities that await,
Enticing me to hightail it to test the adventures that draw near instead.
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Colleen Millsteed
My first love is poetry — it’s like a desperate need to write, to free up space in my mind, to escape the constant noise in my head. Most of the time the poems write themselves — I’m just the conduit holding the metaphorical pen.
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Comments (5)
Wonderfully descriptive. Well done.
A morning wakening experienced only with the fresh breezes wafting through open windows, something I haven't experienced in a long time (allergies) but remember fondly.
This was such a wonderful poem my friend! So comfy and beautiful!
Great poem! Also, you should check out my interview that got top story… you’ll like one of the answers! Trust me! 😇
Colleen, Your beautiful poem makes me want to attempt to write a poem of love and praise to God our Father. I am going to give it a try. Such words show how you love the world and waking up each day. Thank you, Diane.