Soft footsteps tread by,
As the silence stretches on,
Interrupted by the fan blades,
Wobbling with each turn.
Occasional sounds of fingers,
tapping against the keyboard,
Flits in as voices start to murmur,
Tallying up the multitude of numbers.
And the silence strengthens,
With the chirping of the crickets.
The isolated bark of the next door dog,
And even the infrequent squeaking of the mouse,
Amidst all these silent sounds,
Curled up and tucked in,
Is my younger self, trying
To evade the calming summer slumber.
NaPoWriMo 2017 Day 17
Today, I challenge you to write a nocturne. In music, a nocturne is a composition meant to be played at night, usually for piano, and with a tender and melancholy sort of sound. Your nocturne should aim to translate this sensibility into poetic form!
This is dedicated to my parents. They used to let me nap nearby when they worked late into the night on the computer. Lotus 123, Word Perfect (or was it Word Star) and other applications which I can’t even remember. But memories of those times are some of my most cherished from my childhood days.
This is the music which I listened to while writing this.
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