A dark cemetery stroll
Soft ground and fresh holes
No one's around
Nary a sound
No bones rattle
No voices of the dead
The outside air is empty
It's all in my head
#vss365 #sound #poetry

In the queue is a man, tattooed and t-shirted. You imagine tracing the ink on his skin, while his hands grip your hips. The #sounds your bodies would make. His order is called, then yours. As your kids bite into their burgers, you watch him walk out, join the slipstream of strangers.
#vss365

still doppler
my mouth curls into
the soundless
#vss365 #senryu

There it was again. That #sound. It wasn’t the furnace. Maybe it was the water heater—so many things in an older house.

She nudged her spouse. “What is that?”

“Huh?”

“That noise.”

“Third step from the top. Each one has its own squeak.” He closed his eyes.

“But we’re alone.” #vss365

You are the roar
of cars on highways
near my window,
not the constant
white noise I could almost
forget,
but the screeches, growls,
thunders, claps,
crashes-
you are the sounds
that break the peace

#vss365 #poetry

the news #spread
faster than expected

#sirens #sounded
on now crowded streets

the band played
as citizens
marched in sync

posters reading:

'our aim - stopping the steal
of future deceptive #projects
by casting our votes blue'

#2wordprompt #vss365 #poetry

The sound of urgency was ignited when I heard Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young singing "Teach Your Children."
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#vss365 #sound

Paul stared up at the sky. With a #sound like tearing cloth, reality’s curtain ripped away.

The clouds were replaced by a massive room and creatures dressed in white. Not robes like angels. Lab coats.

“That one can see us,” a deep voice remarked. “Make sure he doesn’t alert the others.”

#vss365

dry corn
in the wind
sounds like rain

#vss365
#haiku #senryu

The siren began low. In the ward, the nurses paused mid‑sentence. The air soon filled with the sound of the rustle of sheets and the clink of metal trays. Anna remembered her grandmother’s words as the wail rose. They seemed to say: live honestly, even when the world is breaking.
#vss365

We were so scared, we didn’t realize the lock was broken until Kerry tried the door.

How long had it been unlocked? What kind of experiment was this?

Just the #sound of it clicking had kept us prisoner.

Now, starving, thirsty, we climb the stairs, searching for a way out of this house.

#vss365

ever lulled
by the #sound of your voice
a blanket of safety
a lone raft
on churning waters

a call to home

#vss365
#poetry

musicians
singers
have an instinctive bent
a natural affinity for #sound
tuned and bound
by harmonious tones
that soothe and surround
so in that moment
when I first heard the melody
your magical voice
I was already home
I had no choice

#vss365

I'm listening
differently these days

music you gave plays
and I wonder what stories
you were telling
what places
your heart
was dwelling

was it just an easier way
for things too hard to say?

some nights
the moon
so perfect & round
but your light
has come & gone

so
I wait
for your sound

#vss365

-
autumn rain rages
against the screen door,
demanding entrance,

demanding its gray
invade my greening thoughts.

but i am caught in spring –
in the sound
of your wanton smile,

in the sound
of rose petals falling.
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#poetry #vss365