Love and Mercy, it is so Quiet
A narrative poetic exercise and meditation
— I cannot hear anymore,
it is so quiet now. Not even the chatter of the earthworms.
Quiet,
the earth does not take its time to wake, though:
the cicadas hum, with screeching fiddles,
our ponds have their own rhythms — movements,
the orange and purple haze above the cornfields.
I can see it so clearly in the fog,
the rocks of the damn [holding back, holding].
It is so quiet now. Not even the chatter of the earthworms.
I rub my hands and fingers along my corduroy zipper:
feeling the outline of my android telephone —
there it buzzes like a fly, that I cannot ignore;
the grasshoppers whine, a lawnmower in my soul;
there is a quiet music in these beats, I cannot hear anymore,
quiet
There is a quiet music in these beats, I cannot hear anymore:
the grasshoppers whine, a lawnmower in my soul;
there it buzzes like a fly, that I cannot ignore;
feeling the outline of my android telephone —
I rub my hands and fingers along my corduroy zipper:
it is so quiet now. Not even the chatter of the earthworms.
the rocks of the damn [holding back, holding].
I can see it so clearly in the fog,
the orange and purple haze above the cornfields;
Our ponds have their own rhythms, movements;
the cicadas hum, with a screeching fiddle;
The earth does not take its time to wake, though,
quiet —
the earth does not take its time to wake, though:
The cicadas hum, with a screeching fiddle;
Our ponds have their own rhythms, movements;
the orange and purple haze above the cornfields.
I can see it so clearly in the fog,
the rocks of the damn [holding back, holding].
It is so quiet now. Not even the chatter of the earthworms.
I rub my hands and fingers along my corduroy zipper:
feeling the outline of my android telephone —
there it buzzes like a fly that I cannot ignore;
the grasshoppers whine, a lawnmower in my soul;
there is a quiet music in these beats, I cannot hear anymore.
Quiet,
there is a quiet music in these beats, I cannot hear anymore.
It is so quiet now. Not even the chatter of the earthworms —
John R. Hampton
Maggots X @ 2024.06.12
I would like to attribute credit to this poetic form to Sheridan Walter. His base form structure can be found here. I chose to embellish it some for my purposes. It was an excellent poetic form for this…
Poetry prompt!. Yay! | by Sheridan Walter | Jun, 2024 | Medium
