Timekeepers

Six o’clock sounds

say ‘hurry home’

in the rush and whoosh

of tires sliding through

the rain soaked street.

The tick, click, tick of

the clock confirms

the dinner hour

while a bird

through the window

with his “cheerup, cheerup, cheer!”

reminds any and all

listeners that

evening is approaching.

The electronic hmmzzzzzzzz….

of the flat screen TV

insists I pay attention

to the 6 o’clock news;

but I resist the tell

and welcome instead

better clocks with softer sounds—

the message bird calling,

the rainy streets telling me

day

is

done

and the slow, drowsy way I pen these 

words at the close of day.

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This poem was in response to a prompt from the book ‘God in the Yard’
Chapter 9—Poetry:Silence, by LL Barkat, where the author encouraged us 

to sit and listen, then record what we hear in a poem.  I highly recommend the book.

Linking with dVerse Pub for Open Link Night 98. More wonderful words over there.