Poem a day #17 is a response to prompts from Write Better Poetry and NaPoWriMo: 1) Write a “Not Blank” poem and 2) write a poem that is inspired by a piece of music.
All I could do is walk
as rugged coastlines
sing soft in my ear
saluting the first
transatlantic flight
that ended in a bog
barely found a landing.
When all the neighbors
came running to gaze
I was thinking time was
sinking then your plane
almost crashed nearby
mountains, amid the tribal
graves of kings gone by
Is it not enough to admire
how deftly silence works?
Backwoods Walking 