a few of my favourite things

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


mesjay said...

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.

feddabonn said...

wow, mesjay, that's quite a review, thanks!

Gauri Gharpure said...

these are words tht make noise, smell and sing. beautiful..

feddabonn said...

thanks much gauri!