Sitting at my back door

I asked Brian Miller from WaystationOne and also dVerse for some inspiration after writing and editing a Eulogy.

His words were – go sit on the porch with a cuppa…close your eyes and listen…when you think you have heard it—listen some more then write it…smiles

So I went outside and closed my eyes and listened..and listened and sat for hmmm 3 minutes and wrote this…probably should have stayed longer (but I was cold)

 

Soft wind meanders through trees
at my back gate and birds cluck
~ similar to ducks
but not
joined with the odd crow or dove
a dog in the distance barks
for the homecoming of his master
‘Boing’ a basketball next door
bounces ‘cross the pavement
Six birds I hear, different shapes
different sizes
competing with the clunk of tin
from neighbours in their yard
bees~ and there are bees murmuring
amongst the chipped wood
seeking flowers on the branches
and a fly ~
wouldn’t be Australia ~ without a fly

 

Thanks Brian 😉 my 666th post.

VIS DARE CHALLENGE No 8

LISTENING – VIS DARE CHALLENGE – 150 words – or less.

Unfortunately I do not get notifications for prompts. Therefore I have not been following a theme or writing anything continuously that I can ‘add’ on to, this submission is a stand alone from the picture placed and what ‘spewed forth from my head’. Open for comments, detrimental or otherwise. 🙂

 

 

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“What? Can’t hear you, I am trying, can you see my ears pricked up, the alert facial expression, my body language – turned acknowledging”?

“Sorry, don’t know why I am having trouble, it is quiet, normally it’s  jam packed with people, feet, dirty shoes, newspapers, coffee cups, radios, IPhones clicking away”.

“Look at it now, deserted, not a soul in sight, hell even the seats and floors are clean, but you will have to speak up or come closer”.

“Why are you in here anyway, what brings you into an empty train carriage, what do you want from me?”

“You what? Really? Why the hell didn’t you say so sooner, I am a cat, I do as I like, I will come to you when I need to come to you, but if it’s food you’re offering…be right there”.

“Maybe I wasn’t listening hard enough”.

 

For Vis Dare – anonymouslegacy.blogspot.com.au

 

Listen (Part 2) Poetry

Listen to the morning birds with their wake up song

Listen to the footsteps in the house where you belong

Listen to the new borns as they utter their first sounds

Listen to the children’s laughter ringing through playgrounds

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Listen to the anger in the voices in a fight

Listen to thunder as it cracks on stormy nights

Listen to the people having conversations nearby

Listen to the whirring fans on ceilings way up high

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Listen to the sounds of hooves galloping on the ground

Listen to the lost shelter pups crying to be found

Listen to the man as he whistles his tune

Listen to the clink of your knife and spoon

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Listen to the waterfalls that flow from rocks above

Listen to the cooing of the released caged white dove

Listen to the whispers of children out at play

Listen to the elderly and what they have to say

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Listen to the waves as they tumble to the shore

Listen to the high heel shoes step across the floor

Listen to the pelting rain upon an iron shed

Listen to the winds blow strong when your warm in bed

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Listen to the band you love sing your favourite song

Listen to the keyboard click when your typing all day long

Listen to the crackling of wood burning in the fires

Listen to the breath inhaled and listen when it expires

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Listen to your heart beat strong beneath your chest

Listen to when someone speaks, that their life is in a mess

Listen to the child that says that they feel pain

Listen to the teenager who wants to come home again

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Listen to the bubbles in an effervescent drink

Listen to the water drip into the kitchen sink

Listen to the kittens as they softly purr

Listen to the shoes of a flamenco dancer

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Listen to the one you love when they have something to say

Listen to the friends you have and laugh with them each day

Listen to the abused animals who haven’t got a voice

Listen to the sadness of others so that one day they may rejoice

Listening… A simple thing we take for granted.. sometimes we hear but do we always listen