The sound that abounds
When a rhyme is stated and found
Identified through every line
Making each one set off a chime
To poetically and lyrically strike a chord
That moves and flows towards
The end of a poetic line
But in turns also binds
The poet and reader in ways
That interprets night and day
As the rhyme is never confined
But rather runs wild at the drop of a dime
To sound out but never bow out
Thinking north but felt south
And with such fun to be had
Not about the good or bad
But rather what is heard and seen
As the sound of a rhyme
Means what it means
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6 responses to “The Sound”
Means what it means! And that trick, is it not? As lines meander. 🌸
Absolutely, agreed
Yes, a poem connects the readers and the poet. It throws open the verses out of the box for people to ponder over and over, sometimes perhaps more than the poet…
Well stated, thanks for reading
I could sit up here and write some fancy smancy review about the totality of your works, but it still wouldn’t do your work justice because it speaks for itself.
This piece is the true definitely of poetry in every sense of the word.
For a poet and any true artist for that matter, its good to know that your work is greatly admired and really appreciated. I truly appreciate the respect, admiration, and compliments, your work speaks for itself as well and greatly admired as well by me. Don’t ever stop contributing to poetry.