songs with the sound
of broken glass
poems with the rhythm
of a quickened heartbeat
pictures with the blood trail
of a leather whip
stories with the taste
of earth and grease
mornings with the smell
of change
Chp 905. TWENTY YEARS a blogger!
5 weeks ago
4 comments:
Arresting imagery.
The poem almost promises to be a 'pretty' one with the title and starting with the word 'songs'. But the hope is shattered along with the 'broken glass' by the end of the first line. But again the last line starting with 'mornings' brings a hope of 'change' from the pictures of violence and unpleasant realism of the previous lines.
The rhythm and sound of words express and emphasize the content of the poem.
Short but memorable poem.
wow, mesjay, that's quite a review, thanks!
these are words tht make noise, smell and sing. beautiful..
thanks much gauri!
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