Delicious Audible Seduction

[Magpie]

This delicate Night, delicious audible seduction.

Sounds I hear now...

Gentle rain drumbeat on a thousand leaves,
On blades of grass, on damp tarmac, sloshing in puddles.

Distant cry of many seagulls,
In bursts, taking turns.
Louder.
Quieter.
...Fading gently away.

Breeze rustles tree...

Drone of far away factory machinery...

Seagulls more distant...

Fridge buzzes into consciousness...

Rain still pitter-patter...

Hungry stomach rumbles,
Mumbling discontented...

Solitary seagull...

Pen scrapes across this paper...

I breathe...

Sounds I hear now...

Delicious audible seduction, this delicate Night.

[rowens]

You could make a poem out of any of those lines that look like titles.

Might be something you should do.

Open this poem up.

[Magpie]

I appreciate what your saying Rowens and you are correct I could make a poem from any of those lines that look like titles. To be perfectly honest I wrote this poem about 10 years ago. I posted a poem yesterday which as yet has still not been commented on so this was my kind of friendly spanner in the works.
At the time my thinking, was to base a poem on sounds. Also I had heard of a Buddhist meditation that involves listening very intently to each individual sound that you can hear at a given moment in time, it sounds easy but you'd be surprised what's floating around in the air.
So although what I wrote does seem like a lot of random scenes thrown together,they were actually all the noises that I could hear. Is it a bad concept for a poem, or is it an interesting concept explained in a bad way?

[rowens]

I think this poem as it is would come alive if other poems with these sounds were associated with it.

But in certain moods, this poem alone would work for me.

You said "concept", and though that doesn't mean conceptual work, those are ideas that people judge things with too, I guess. But there's more to this here. More than conceptual art. So you're on your way to something, or maybe there already.