"What Happens Once We Become Sound?" by David Pring-Mill, Frequent Contributor

What Happens Once We Become Sound?

David Pring-Mill

I do things because of thoughts,

and so thoughts take form

as action.

with roughness and rattling

the sounds of ideas, things, people…

All are brought up into vibration

and we rise with it, up and forever.

To be in the clamor and clutter of waves,

waves over streets... we transform!

There is an ocean

always here in the city, it is there

with objects crashing and colliding

And it's a melody without the consistency

of an ocean, for the ocean is

disciplined by a gazillion

droplets of saltwater over a vastness

touching all continents.

All cultures and all people

know of the ocean, no passport is needed for it

to visit anywhere and therefore

it knows 

Everywhere. And everyone. It is there at the fringe

of every way of thinking, living.

When we become sound, we

become its hopeful imitator,

its unintentional admirer

with a fervency of passion,

trading movements and motors

for a completeness of being as noise!

As haphazard, disoriented melody,

within the swoosh and soul of

white froth-tipped and longitudinal

waves.

"What is sound even made out of?" asks the child

and you cannot say so you say

it is the song and the garbage

of life, of everything that moves

with the pulsing of will.

Poet's Notes:  This poem was written on a typewriter, and it was created through my own stream of consciousness. I did not make any revisions to the initial, typewritten draft. The poem is entirely a contemplation of the noise that people make, and as I contemplated these ideas I created a great deal of noise by pounding on the keys of a humming, electric Smith-Corona.