Warning

[Tinker]

Warning

A high pitched, steady, beep - beep - beep
and the guttural growl of a grinding engine
greeted my morning garden stroll.

My view of the road blocked by
flowering potato vines,
I couldn't see the monster
as it inched down our country road.
I don't know what or why
it chose to invade the post-dawn peace
but gratefully, the tocsin sounds soon faded
and only the welcoming tweets
of small birds graced my space once more.
                   ~~ Judi Van Gorder

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[badger11]

Have you posted a similar circumstance/poem to this one previously Tink? It felt familiar, but then this could be because I relate to outside/inside worlds. Either way I enjoyed the poem. In particular how the intrusive and relaxing qualities of sound create worlds.

all the best

Phil

[Tinker]

Hi Badge,   I write about my mornings in the garden often but the morning of this particular event came on the heels of reading a prompt to write a poem using onomatopoeia.  I have no idea what the machine was that I heard but it I heard it and it gave me the perfect sound and subject to work with.  The words started forming in my head before I came inside to write them down.   I think most of my poems build on what I've written before.  Seeing and hearing similar or same images in different moods, shades, seasons, objectives or level of enlightenment is what I write.   I'm pretty much a "you get what I see or hear or feel" kind of writer.  I don't have the mystery or metaphoric insight and talent that you and others have.  

~~Tink

[tonyv]

It "sounds" like some large truck or tractor backing up. You never did learn what it was?!? 

I love onomatopoeia. Good usage.

But what happened to the scary, Halloween poem? I showed up here finally hoping to re-read and reply, but now I can't find it!!!

Tony

[tonyv]

Ah, never mind, I found it: "Saturday Morning" ... on my way there now. 😎