Day 25 of
the NaPoWriMo challenge at www.napowrimo.net.
Prompt: In
her poem, senzo,
Evie Shockley recounts the experience of being at a live concert, relating it
the act of writing poetry. Today we’d like to challenge you to write a poem
that recounts an experience of your own in hearing live music and tells how it
moves you.
I went off-prompt
for this one, remembering a holiday and standing among ancient rock formations.
So, it’s all about sound, and the sound of the place, rather than a concert.
Echoes
Listen to
the earth,
life’s
time echo in the red,
deepset against
a cyan sky.
Set feet
deep, dig down,
synchronise
so you’re in balance.
Listen to
the earth’s drum,
a distinct
roll, a heartbeat,
the raindance
of the shaman
opening his
hands to the cirrus clouds
feeling the
weight of the wind.
Listen to
the earth’s beat
in rhythm,
like the eagle’s wings,
a sweeping
eclipse of the soul.
In the
still you can hear the echo,
the pump
of blood through water.
Copyright
Vickie Johnstone, April 25, 2025
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