Wednesday, July 8, 2015

37th Letter: Sounds

the whispering nightlight
above the stove
as I sit in the kitchen

the Byzantine chant
that emanates
from the Nativity icon
in the living room

the yellow sound
of pages of a book
being carefully turned
and considered

the brash accent
of a sharp Wisconsin cheese

the happy laughter
implicit in a sip
of peach-flavoured tea

the Italian conversation
of a great-aunt or grandmother
preparing ravioli

the sultry insinuations
of a hot July breeze

the cold sarcasm
of a January wind

the consoling lull
of a knitted blanket
warm when the bedroom's cold

the wakeful trickle
through the coffee-maker
of water darkened
by Folgers Colombian Roast

the mute sob
of the dewdrenched grass
as the sun rises

the acrid cacophony
of dumpsters and trashcans
high summer's buzzing of flies

the language of bickering
on talk shows where the talkers
have forgotten how to listen

the language of repose
the cadences of a vesperal poem
recited in domestic solitude

the language of liturgy
of eucharistic canons
of alleluias and hosannas

the impertinent blurt
of a graceless memory
from thirty years ago

the minatory rumblings
of inclement weather
forecast for tomorrow