I wrote my poem to the NaPo prompt and forgot to A-to-Z it. Oh well. I guess there’s an owl in the poem, once, but since my friend Antonia posted about owls today, I’ll just let O stand for my oops.
How Home Sounded Then
Chopin under the piano, lively and minor on a recital grand
Mom’s wedding ring tapping on the ivory keys
working the same runs or bars ten times
pounding keys flat in flattened smush chords, frustration, a reset
strings and winds on the radio in some room of the house
little sister making up songs—tunes and lyrics alike
pages turning pages turning pages turning
no tv or computer noise till teenage years
crickets under brightened moon
an unlocked door, a galloping cat, up and down the hall
the dove I thought for a time was an owl (coo? who?)
veggies chopped with a dulling knife, on wood or orange Tupperware
the kshhh kshhh kshhh of the heavy pressure cooker on the stove
cereal hitting bowl, splashed with milk, spoon clink
the hum and spin of the avocado green washing machine
or the gear shift hot water release of the squeaky-wheeled dishwasher
the high airplane distant roar
the wind in tops of trees, a rustle-roar
a extended family drawl that sounds like Kentucky
y’all, school as two syllables, huhhhhhney
momist phrases and my mishearing ways
to a tee (T?)
like a fiend (feen?)
that’s asinine (assonying?)
talk rhythms of NPR before they got too liberal
men booming in laughter and expertise
women cackling, murmuring, mom-looking, teacher-face-ing,
the audio of women filling the gaps and holding up the world
This post is a blend of the A to Z Blog Challenge and NaPoWriMo. To read other A to Z bloggers, click here. Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt was to write a poem that “incorporates ‘the sound of home.'”
You brought so many of the sounds of MY childhood to remembrance…the wheeled dishwasher, kshhh kshhh kshhh (PERFECT!),the drawl, the misheard words and phrases…thanks for the trip down memory lane!
Thank you! I hope you write one of your own! And if not sounds, then maybe another sense? This one’s not finished, by any stretch of the imagination, but it was fun to draft.
Wow, this is fantastic. And I don’t think I could do something similar. I was trying to think of my sounds of home, and none of these came to mind. How blessed you are.
Thank you! I’ll bet you could, though. You have other sounds…or possibly other sense memories that aren’t audible. Sight? Smell? Taste?
This is so cool! I envy that a little, but it’s a good reminder for me to fill my space with sounds I love. Like music and laughter and good conversation.
Thanks. It’s a good question–how do you set out to create “home” through sound and other senses?