prompt: "falling"
The crack of
Branches, the
Crash of wood, the
Whoosh of flying limbs.
Not a soul
Around to hear.
Did it really
Make a sound?
He talks out loud in
Vowels and constants,
Stringing together
Syllables and
Not a soul is
Around to hear.
Is he still wrong?
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I really like this one, Nikki. You've written good poems this April.
ReplyDeleteThanks Linda! April is my favorite month because of the poem-a-day. I love interacting with such talented poets!
ReplyDeleteI liked this, sexist humor notwithstanding. I'm going to use that tool where i can look up all the PAD by author, and read all yours. You've been a consistent fave this year, you smartalec.
ReplyDeleteYour pal, the Buddah M
BTW, I also like April and Nov for the AD challenges, this way I know I write somewhere in the neighborhood of at least 60 things a year.
ReplyDeleteI like this very much, probably because as a wanna-be poet, I spend a great deal of time in syllables that I hope will be heard. I may be wrong but it seems right.
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed reading through your poems today and look forward to reading your future posts. From one ex-hillbilly to another, kudos.