Written for: Poetic Asides 2023 April PAD. Challenge - Day 12
”Write a sound poem.”
Wailing sirens zip through street
Sounding like bleating sheep.
Bong, scrape, bong, scrape
Blaring sanitation trucks greet.
Zoom, zoom-muscle car suite,
Always after dark. Evening complete.
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.