Sounds of Summer Evenings

Written for:  dVerse Poets, “In the Corner of Your Eye”
I would like you to think of a minor incident which you barely notice in daily life, a small detail which you have learnt to take for granted, something that is all too easy to ignore or forget. Write a poem about the happening in the corner of your eye, while you’ve been busy focusing on the important things in life. And perhaps missed that once in a lifetime chance of watching Icarus soar towards the sun.

On summer evenings
when cool breezes blow
through our bedroom,
we are happy not being
captors of our droning
air conditioner. While one
dog snores, and the other
sighs, we read, with ever-
present clicking and croaking
coming from the wetlands
behind us.

Then came day upon day
of non-stop heat, sterilizing
the bedroom from natural
air and sounds. October
arrived with uncharacteristic
warmth. At last our nights
began to cool. First night
without air conditioning,
my husband and I looked
at each other. Something was
amiss. Then, we realized
we missed the symphony
of harmonizing crickets and frogs.

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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