Thursday, January 10, 2013
GOOD NIGHT
Fierce winds blow.
The wind chime sings loudly.
Leaves chatter on the trees
and I huddle
in my warm blankets
listening to this night speak.
Have you ever had nights when you couldn't sleep and you listened to all the sounds in the silent house? Did you hear the clock ticking, a water faucet dripping, the heater click on? Could you hear someone snoring, or your dog wheezing? Do you have a loud purring cat? Perhaps you heard crickets chirping. Most houses make some creaking noises as the bones expand or contract. Can you write your own poem today about what your house sounds like at night?
Renee LaTulippe at NO WATER RIVER is hosting POETRY FRIDAY today.
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We have colder weather coming in, & the wind chime indeed did 'speak', Joy. This is a wonderful image, Joy. The sounds are good to hear, if one has those blankets!
ReplyDeleteThanks Linda,
DeleteYou've done it again. Blankets is a great topic for a poem. What is yours like?
Oh yes, I've had many a sleepless night, listening to various sounds. The "warm blankets" in your poem felt so comforting :)!
ReplyDeleteOh Jama,
DeleteI smell the yeast rolls rising in your house over night. Cinnamon buns ready to go in the oven first thing in the morning. I love the idea of falling to sleep with that wonderful scent.
I'm on my way over to your place for some soup for lunch.
I certainly "heard the night speak" last night. You captured those moments perfectly. =)
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed your FIST BUMP at www.weewordsforweeones.blogspot.com
DeleteRun fast in your run/walk this weekend. I hope you and your family stay warm.
We have no chimes here, but in this old house, the windows sing when the wind blows upon them...really enjoyed this, Joy.
ReplyDeleteHey Matt,
ReplyDeleteAs long as when your windows talk you don't ask questions and answer back, you're doing OK.
Have a great weekend.
Joy,
ReplyDeleteThe image of leaves chattering and of the night speaking are lovely! Thanks!
Great sounds, Joy. Here's one that I've been listening to the last few nights:
ReplyDeleteFlying squirrels scritch scratch in the ceiling and walls.
Ah, I like your sounds much better!
Oh, Buffy,
ReplyDeleteI get chills just thinking of that. The house in Chapel Hill had mice. It was my job to set out traps and then check the lines every day. I did write a poem about it--Checking the Lines--I am the mousetrapper, I sing as I set lines...I think I was aiming for a ballad and ended up with a lament instead.;-)
Hi, Joy. The first poem I remember writing (3rd grade?) was about crickets and other summer night sounds. The night does have its own personality and voice.
ReplyDeleteDo you still have a copy of the poem? I'd love to see your early poems. Thanks for stopping by.
DeleteNight sounds - what a great subject for poetry! I think I will go write one. Living by the sea means we get lots of wind, and some nights it rattles all the windows. But I love the wind, so I forgive it! :)
ReplyDeleteSea sounds at night are great! I used to live by a creek and we would intentionally put big boulders in the water path so we could hear the burble at night in the summer when we slept with the windows open.
DeleteThanks for the writing prompt. I'll add that to my notebook for the future!
ReplyDeleteHave fun writing your own poems.
ReplyDeleteWhat a great poem and prompt for kids and adults alike. (Also, Joy, I saw your poem about tea and the muse at TS Poetry -- very fun and well done!)
ReplyDeleteThank you Violet. I greatly enjoyed your poem too. In fact, I'm impressed with most of your poetry.
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