Today’s prompt:

Write a poem incorporating the sounds of a campsite.

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Posted on April 10, 2017, in NaPoWriMo. Bookmark the permalink. 4 Comments.

  1. Unrelated to the prompt, but here’s mine!

    This might sound crazy but
    In that moment that I step
    Onto the stage, the second I
    Look into the crowd and my
    Fingers touch my instrument,
    I am not the nervous person I was
    A minute ago. I’m not the fancy
    Outfit or the notes on the paper
    Or the instrument I am holding-I
    Am the music.

  2. Note: Not related to prompt.
    Drip. One tear shaped drop parts.
    Thrum. One half pulse beats.
    Drip. Drip. The two droplets form a heart.
    Thruh – thrum. A 3/4 beat, and untold feat.
    Dribble. A leaky, weak line.
    Thrum – thrum. One full beat turns.
    Swish. A small flow keeping time.
    Bum-bum. A loud beat, the first return.
    A rushing river of blood.
    Pumping through out hearts, thud – thud.

  3. Unrelated to prompt

    She craved constance through the chaos;
    Peace admisdt a stormy sea.
    She longed for life; it gave her loss.
    She admired simple things in such complexity.
    She wished for love that’s found in fairy tales.
    A home to call her own.
    She strived for freedom; stayed confined in jail.
    She coveted company and was left alone.
    She prayed for this reality,
    In a world that contradicted her every hope.
    She was too terrified to stop dreaming
    Because she’d have to let a part of herself go.

  4. The chirping of crickets
    The cracking of living fire
    As the smoke adds another layer of darkness on the sky
    The rubbing of shoes against the leaves
    As silence ensues
    Not complete silence, just human silence
    As the natural world
    Fills my ears.

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