wayside flower, no 17

So gutsy, it shouts out "come drink my
bittersweet presence,
imbibe my flame fronds".

pain, no 16

Gnawing pain, sapping energy,
leaving edges frayed
and
unmanageable.

field, no 15

luscious lip stick, candy floss,
cottony marshmallows,
some little girls dream colour

new life, no 14

preserved,
embryonic
black seeds,
awaiting harvest

blackbird, no 13

It's insistant, unrelenting, almost arrogant,
so pleased with itself.
A commanding display,
which demands an audience
and certainly a round of applause.

tomorrow is another day, no 12

tiredness, nothing much matters,
seeing is hard work,
small things pass by, unnoticed

farewell to mum, no 11

I am transported back to
a time of innocence,
and
the heart break of being left
for the first time.

street, no 10

just breathing,
just footsteps,
nothing
but
silence

guardian angel, no 9

a guardian angel sits by the bed
it has large eyes, whiskers and
demands breakfast at sunrise

family games, no 8

never given a warning in this family if its a yellow or red card

no 7

Sort of inside out,
can't possibly fly,
but they do.

Sort of like bats,
swooping and turning
on a pin.

hills, no 6

undulating, undulations,
green, greener,
stroke, stroking

no 5

4.00 am alarm call,
they must have built
in alarm clocks in their
wings

life green, no 4

a garden with many greens,
not enough names for these greens,
a name for green
life green

alone, no 3

alone - sounds are brighter
and a rhythm returns to life

arrival, no 2

floating above a tree in a perfect line three -
black - cloaked beings,
seemless as they touch down
on the run way

tired, no 1

luxuriating in limp limbs,
a sinking weighty body,
slipping into reverie

a new month

The month of June is upon us, I have decided this month will be full of random micro moments in time. A little here a little there, just following where life takes me. Keep in touch, Ann 

static, no 31

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

silence, no 30

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

Columba palumbus palumbus, no 29

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

easy chatter, no 28

the walls relish the
strokes of a chorus
of utterances

wind, no 27

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

no 26

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

colour sound, no 25

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

Peaches, no 24

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

father, no 23

I listen to music without crying.

Its been seven months.

exchange, no 22

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

touched, no 21

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

head space, no 20

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

Time to tune into
another frequency.

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...

no 17

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

pencil soundscape, no 16

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

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.

no 14, comfortable

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

no 13, Formicidae

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

no 12

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

no 10

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

this house, no 10

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

no 9

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

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".

no 7

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

breathing, no 6

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

sound, no 5

Close your eyes and listen.

A world alive with a
reverberation of static.

communication, no 4

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

unintelligable, no 3

Busy on the other side of the wall.

Perhaps incarcerating a body
or clawing their way through.

Perhaps stripping wallpaper.

ticking, no 2

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

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.