Life of a day

[Mr. Creosote]

Shorter version

"it gets noisy and then less noisy"

OK...and?

I am being a bit snarky.  I am sorry.  I just don't know what the point is.

Well in my opinion the point of poetry is to describe ordinary and extraordinary scenes, ideas or feelings by using different literary techniques, such as style or rhythm, to help the reader understand what the author is experiencing and feeling. This is my definition and idea of the life of a day, although it being a simple and quotidian subject.

Thanks for your feedback,

Alex

You say "poetry is to describe", but there is very little that is described here. It tells you where the "chattering" is and its volume, but nothing else. There is no source of the sound, there is no specificity -- no setting. I think you are hoping for each person to draw from their own understandings on the sound (of voices?) of a neighborhood, but I think that can be done with one line -- like: "Think of how the sounds of the day ebb and flow". On these types of poems I want an image to be built, whether that image is aural or visual.