Sound Poem by Paul Butters
Sound
A poem is built with sounds
Liberally littered with alliteration
Rhyming reason
Aspiring assonance
Up metaphorical mountains.
Each letter plays its part.
A cast of cascading chords
Making mystical music
For the discerning ear.
Operatic musicals from the Muse:
A crescendo of noise
Or sometimes
Whispers in the winnowing wind.
I write because I must,
Because I need to
In answer to
The Call.
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4/19/2024 1:16:50 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Fine poetry! Kudos to the author!
Many thanks kind Sir.