Anaphora through the night (NaPoWriMo Day 25)

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I hear Westminster chimes each quarter hour.
I hear the fan making circles of air.
I hear the hum of insects I thought would be sleeping—
no, it’s the streetlight I hear.

I hear drunks at two, and a car revving up.
I hear rain briefly damping the night.
I hear the coffeepot dripping to wake the unwaked
and the chirping sounds of sunrise.

I hear your breath, and I hear my pulse,
and I wonder what fate they auger.
I turn off the alarm before it rings
so I can listen a little longer.

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Today’s prompt from NaPoWriMo.net was to write a poem that uses anaphora, the practice of repeating certain words or phrases. I tend to use a fair amount of anaphora in my poetry–I just didn’t know what it was called.🙂

4 thoughts on “Anaphora through the night (NaPoWriMo Day 25)

  1. Doris

    I love how you ended this. I write poetry and have done this type of poetry, did not know what it was called, they say we learn a thing each day, I did to day. thanks!

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