Tuesday, 31 May 2011

static, no 31

A tipping point,
words become static,
someone has turned
my receiver off.

Monday, 30 May 2011

silence, no 30

Basking in the sound of silence,
a day to just listen to sound.

Sunday, 29 May 2011

Columba palumbus palumbus, no 29

A predictable call, day after day.
Are you worn down 
by the repetition?

Saturday, 28 May 2011

Friday, 27 May 2011

wind, no 27

A cool whisper
takes posession.
Tentacles spin
me round,
in an an airy waltz.

Thursday, 26 May 2011

no 26

The birds have little umbrellas and are sheltering,
raindrops pulsate as they tap dance over greenery

Wednesday, 25 May 2011

colour sound, no 25

A red flower revealed itself
with a whisper.
A white flower said hush.

Tuesday, 24 May 2011

Peaches, no 24

I miss you. You say my name is Peaches.
You are there, carrying on the fight.

Monday, 23 May 2011

Sunday, 22 May 2011

exchange, no 22

The wind is hassling the leaves today.
The leaves are talking back, they are
not going to take being pushed around.

Saturday, 21 May 2011

touched, no 21

Someone is singing.
A breathing space to melt into the taste of life.

Friday, 20 May 2011

head space, no 20

A cacophony of
contradictory voices.
A rumble of
questions and answers.

Time to tune into
another frequency.

Thursday, 19 May 2011

words the wrong way round, no 19

Rubbing each other up the wrong way. Getting trapped in words.
Misreading the signals.

We agree to rewind time.
To explore the possibility
of
velvety words.

no 18

A still day - no speech - just thoughts and a meandering of time...

Tuesday, 17 May 2011

no 17

She is crying. I listen and feel helpless..
She is talking
and time heals.

Monday, 16 May 2011

pencil soundscape, no 16

The pencil exudes a charged soundscape,
as it roughs up the paper it strides over.

Sunday, 15 May 2011

rude awakening, no 15

A voice pierces a sun induced micro sleep.
Sound of displeasure, trimmed with sarcasm.
My reverie is punctured by hard edges.

Saturday, 14 May 2011

no 14, comfortable

a meeting of friends,
we talk, I listen,
I listen, they talk,
effortless comfort

Friday, 13 May 2011

no 13, Formicidae

A congregation of ants,
intersect for a seminar
on ant social psychology.

Thursday, 12 May 2011

no 12

Listening - but not listening.
Making all the right noises;
the body is somewhere else.

Wednesday, 11 May 2011

no 10

Moist with an early
morning wake up call.
Growth tunes into it's
terrain and
drinks in liquid life.

Tuesday, 10 May 2011

this house, no 10

this house hums
this house vibrates
this house growns
this house throbs
this house sighs

Monday, 9 May 2011

no 9

My insides growl,
the call resembles
an alarm clock.
My body speaks
from the inside out.

Sunday, 8 May 2011

micro taxonomy of bird translations, no 8

"I love you, I love you, I love you,
I told you i'm a pretty polly,
tic tac, tic, tac, tic tac, tic tac,
look at yooou, look at yooou,
too late, too late, too late, too late,
hunky dory, hunky dory, hunky dory".

Saturday, 7 May 2011

no 7

"Are you typing as I speak?" She says.
I say, "no".
Realising her words could be
taken down in evidence.

Friday, 6 May 2011

breathing, no 6

waking up to the ringing of breathing
a comfortable continuance of time

Thursday, 5 May 2011

sound, no 5

Close your eyes and listen.

A world alive with a
reverberation of static.

Wednesday, 4 May 2011

communication, no 4

Swifts skimming the roof tops.
Gathering in a staccato,
of dots and dashes.

Tuesday, 3 May 2011

unintelligable, no 3

Busy on the other side of the wall.

Perhaps incarcerating a body
or clawing their way through.

Perhaps stripping wallpaper.

Monday, 2 May 2011

ticking, no 2

A clock is ticking relentlessly today,
an alarm could catch us unprepared

Sunday, 1 May 2011

wind, no 1

This unrelenting steely wind,
could drive anyone insane
with its unremitting demand
to be heard

a new month a new theme for May

A new month - catching up with moments in time from my notebook after time way with family. So for the month of May, I have come up with the theme of sound. The challenge is to create words from sounds - real, imagined, transformed into the written word for the month of May.