harmonica caught wind…

harmonica caught wind

late-night
crickets chirp
& i’m distracted
watching a
cat scratch at
a closed door,
waiting to be
let in from
grainy rainy cold.

with sudden inspiration
taped between a
sliding glass door
& its frame,
nothing to do now
‘cept listen for
wind to blow
through my harmonica.

the first few hours,
i didn’t hear
a fucking thing, even
as neighborhood
trees drunkenly
bent & swayed.
the wind
hadn’t blown away;
must have been
my mistake.

i sheepishly flipped the
marine band harmonica;
problem solved. the
wind soloed for
hours on a come-
as-you-go basis
while i listened
for inspiration.
there was less
variance in intensity
than i’d have
guessed lookin’
at so many
waving trees.

crickets still
chirp while
the wet cat
seems pissed. he
won’t stop scratching
a door that
never opens.
nothing i could
do for either one; i’m
just listening.

transfixed by
wind sounding
off in the key
of D while
silent migrations
cross the
television screen.
it’s no symphony;
just beats waitin’
in the rain or
tryin’ to chirp summer
out of autumn
rubbing dry
wings together.

—————————————————

Too much Nat Geo I guess. Better smoke a cigarette and let the wind blow.

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8 Responses to “harmonica caught wind…”

  1. I loved your use of words in this one! How do you do it?

  2. Scent of my heart Says:

    it’s no symphony;
    just beats waitin’
    in the rain or
    tryin’ to chirp summer
    out of autumn
    rubbing dry
    wings together. I like the end very much!
    Wind gets on my nerves most of the time, unless outside is extremely hot summer, then is fine!

  3. The ending is fragile but I am okay with how it came out. I don’t think I got quite where I wanted to go with this one but will save it and do a rewrite sometime down the road. One of those times where I think it is close but not quite there, if you get what I mean. Hope all is well,

    crb.

  4. “crickets still
    chirp while
    the wet cat
    seems pissed. he
    won’t stop scratching
    a door that
    never opens.
    nothing i could
    do for either one; i’m
    just listening.”

    I just loved the above lines! Your poem is just brilliant on so many levels. I really enjoyed reading it. I often find myself “listening for inspiration”, sometimes it comes, sometimes I just keep listening until I can listen no more.

    Apologies for the long absence, been drowning in work and have been suffering from a terrible bout of writer’s block.

    • No worries, and thanks for dropping in. Yeah, I haven’t been getting as much out as I am used to writing either, very frustrating. The only counsel I can offer on breaking writer’s block is to change your inputs and see what else comes out. Do something different, break the cycle. Best of luck, and can’t wait to read your next post to see what you come out with. Take it easy,

      crb.

  5. Just a stunning poem. I haven’t been here in awhile. I do need to correct that…

    Poem on …

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