Saturday Afternoon

A few weeks ago I received my Writer’s Digest magazine. On page 12 Poetic Aside  gave a Poetic Prompt. Write a listening poem.  I went out side and listened.

Corner to corner the cars race,

Saturday afternoon chores, I suspect.

Across the street a teenage passes

a dog barks at him,

he barks back.

A truck rambles forth,

followed by a rocking mustang,

with a booming bass.

A rapper shouting lyrics.

Saturday afternoon.

The light turns red,

and traffic hushes.

Some birds chirp,

while others whistle,

a lonely cricket sings his last song.

Green light and a horn beep.

A car door slams,

men laugh and bid adieu.

Saturday afternoon

a gentle breeze

blowing through the trees.

A baby laughs.

A woman talks loud on her cell.

A rake scratching up leaves

A lawnmower humming in the distant.

Paper rustles, on the cement ground.

Keys rattle, feet shuffle.

Time for me to take a nap

© Kimberly Wilhelmina Floria 10/04/2013

14 thoughts on “Saturday Afternoon

  1. Wow!
    You seem to have done some good listening on saturday afternoon.
    You creatively put your careful observations together, and you ended up with an amazing piece.
    I love this! 🙂

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