This is the first poem in my book-
it rained so hard
the roof hummed.
I lay awake
to its rhythm
beneath layers of sound.
I thought I could hear voices;
This poem came to me as I lay in bed one night as it rained steadily on the tin roof.
I tried to imagine what might be in the rhythm; what could I hear.
I like to look beyond the ‘ordinary’ to find the extraordinary in the everyday.
Then I play with words, shifting the weight of words within the sentence, finding the powerful; lots of words may be taken out; sentences seperated, moved into the next paragraph.
I hope you enjoy the ‘final draft’; are they ever really finished 🙂