Prompt # 7

I fell asleep early last night- surprised. I woke up every couple of hours. I'm glad to be done with sleep for the night. 

The sky is lighting up outside and I'm hurrying because this did not land in your box last night.

This morning I'm thinking about things I hear when I'm writing. Even when I'm inside- I hear noises from the street. I  hear voices in conversation, voices yelling, the sounds of awkward or happy lovemaking next door. Sometimes there are crazy sounds, shouts and whispers and then the birds. Little ones whose names I don't know who chirp surprisingly loudly. the crows that I always know though they make different noises depending on what they are saying, the geese that fly through and the seagulls. 

What do you hear this morning? Right now it's just a steady birdsong and the occasional rattle of the recycling bins from the street as the next person with a minors head lamp goes though it's contents. 

Is it quiet where you are? Do you write to music or in the silence you can find. What about the noises in your head- Do you hear the words forming? The characters talking? Is it smooth and quiet in your head or loud and raucous. 

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She  jumped she when she heard the _____. or  When the sirens got closer I  _____ . Or the noise was persistent and ___________. or 

The sound of the birds __________. Laughing always _________ The sound of coffee being poured _________ or this is what ____ looks like. 

 I ate the sound of that old woman shouting and it was crunchy and hard to swallow..

Any sound- your character chewing, the thunder in the sky, the sound the refrigerator makes when the door opens and closes. Laughing sounds- animal sounds- 

Maybe it's a beautiful noise. What  does it feel like against your ear drum? In your head? Is it soft and smooth or jangly and rough. Does it crunch like a pickle or egg shells or a snail shell under an accidental foot? 

Have You Seen The Sound?

Have you seen the sound of dark, mean thunder?

Or maybe the sound of solid, crystal wind.

Have you seen the sound of beautiful, sweet voices?

Or maybe the sound of leaves, carefully falling to the ground.

Have you see the sounds?

If you haven't, 

This is what they look like.

If you look close to where the sounds are coming from

Little tiny, diamond - shaped crystals float away from the sound.

They look beautiful in the dark sky,

Rolling away from you.

Down the hill

They become...

Invisible.

By: Shaina 

this is a kid poem- fourth grader I think - 

Take a word or a sound or an image and write for as long as you feel like it. Or write about the absence of sound  Or paint today instead. Write words on the flesh of your upper arm or write poem words on your old favorite tennis shoes or sing loud or move your body. 

It's Sunday and you can rest if you want to or 

you can just write till this bit of writing is done or the timer goes off. 

I hope the day is good to you and your art.