The Blind Poet

Brian @dVerse invited us to write highlighting sound. Brian encouraged us close our eyes and imagine you are blind. Yes, see with sound-it was extremely difficult.   I wrote several poems, but they didn't work, until I wrote about my morning.   Thanks Brian-it was fun to attempt visuals with sound~

My day is poured

it jingles n' rattles me

I stir it clanging my memory-

it tickles

 citrus and smoke linger

perfuming the air

 a wet nose nudges me

whining, whimpering

whistling steam blows

daughter clicks it off

she laughs mumbling convo

with boyfriend

stomps away- her bare bones

 pound floor

portal opens as wind howls

everything shakes as

day drips and puddles.

Spinning thoughts enter 

dryer buzzes

whining outside now

cold air stings and stabs my

  breath

measured steps click and clack around me

gasping air, pounding heart, insides churn 

as bile rises-burns face

mind swimming

I'm locked out

pounded with wetness

singed with oh no, what if

trampled n' chilled

I pound,  rattle, 

 twist n' turn

bare bones arrive

muffled voices come, too.

"Mom, what the heck?"

sharp pain rings as

 coldness drips

my thoughts paddle forward

warm lavender softness wraps

around me

hound howls

as I row onward into my day.