The backdoor opens
forcing
a scaling pitch then a
thump.
Check out the full poem here – “Sounds of B-Flat”
Side note or preamble: This is probably the shortest poem (or tie to it) that I’ve ever written. So I guess the blog post should just be as equally as short :-)
I wanted to capture how in moments the everyday sounds that we take for granted are amplified when we need to rely on them — to caution us of what is approaching– either figuratively or literally.
Enjoy (kind of short and sweet)
