Poetry Month

National Poetry Month arrived on April 1st; no fanfare leading up to the thirty days dedicated to the art of poetry.  Such a shame it is.  Poetry, for many, appears to be a lost literary genre; unless you like to read and/or compose poetry. 

Myself, I enjoy creating in my mind a poem; composing it on paper and editing and making changes before I have a finished product.  In past years I would sit at the computer with an open document and let my fingers flow over the keyboard but this recently I have gone OLD SCHOOL.  Instead of creating on the computer, I have picked up a notebook and pen to write.  

A few years back I took a challenge to write or type a poem a day.  This task was not an easy one to complete but I did it. The following year I did the same again. Many of the poems came from my life and what was going on at the time.  In a way, one could say some of these poems were almost a memoir.  

I had not done the poem a day challenge for a few years but took it for this April on a dare from my spouse. Each morning, while having my cup of Joe or two, I read the previous day's piece I composed. Of course there are edits to be done eventually on one or two once I sit to type them onto a document to save on a flash drive, but most I complete to my satisfaction.  

Over the course of the remainder of Poetry Month I will be posting these here on my blog for others to enjoy or not. 

As in the past some of these poems (which are free form) are from events happening at this time.  I plan to explain the reason behind them and/or if they came about from 'life's experience' 

Today I am posting what occurred during the other evening when I could not fall asleep. 

To all who enjoy poetry, Happy National Poetry Month.  As a poetry lover everyday is poetry day.

Today's poem:

            MIDNIGHT HOUR       

                      MUSIC

          ©Scottie-ann Murphy 

       Of in the distance I hear sounds 

     A dog barking 

      An emergency vehicle siren 

         A motorcycle rumbling down the highway 

               Loud music from a passing car

       

  It is after midnight

       I should be asle But I sit in the darken living roomThe street light only illumination seen through my window

      Occasionally a car drives past 

         I see it's headlights

             Hear its engine roar

Alone am I with my thoughts

    So much on my mind 

         Jumbled ponders about trivial matters

               Contemplations of things quite crucial 

            All tangled in my brain 

as if they were string of Christmas lights 

        That needs unraveling 

     

   I need tranquility of night to think things through

  

For a moment the outside world quiet

   I wonder how long the silence will last

      One minute 

            Five

              Perhaps ten

      

  Continuing my musings 

         on this, that and whatever

        My mind unwinds 

               in the stillness for a brief few moments 

    My thoughts becoming coherent 

Off in the distance a dog barks

          A motorcycle rumbles down the highway

           Music blasts and vibrates from a passing car

     Blaring siren of an emergency vehicle

     Noises in the night from the world outside combine together like a musical interlude 

      Heard only after the midnight hour 

        While I sit alone in the dark

      trying to sort out the mishmash in my mind