(I am participating in National/Global Poetry Month as I continue to write small poems each morning. – Kevin)
Day Twenty Seven: Objects, Heard
(inspired by Kim)
I’m falling my way
into earbud air:
Familiar and unfamiliar voices,
alike, in the whispers, working
through the ether of connection;
Whether song or talk,
electronic pulses settle inside
my ears, comfortable as
silence(Inspired by Algot)
Lawnmower music
surrounding neighborhood noise;
the discord of Spring
Peace (listening to friends),
Kevin
Friction need not mean restriction.
Agreeing sometimes, and at others, not.
There will be moments of doubt
Amidst days of convivial sharing.
Peace is comfortably engaging with friends
And also with those whose smiles are sometimes forced.