"Trickle, trickle, trickle,"
"Rush! Rush! Rush!"
Goes the sound of the passing
Of the Deep Blue Gush,
As it sweeps along the fields,
Rolling over rocks.
"Swish, swish, swish,"
"Slap! Slap! Slap!"
Is the sounding of the cat fish's
Big tail, "Kerplat!"
As it zooms through the waters,
Jumping with the tides.
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh,"
"Blow! Blow! Blow!"
Is the hearing of the wind's
Howling song of woe,
As it streams along the trees,
Making tears in the waters.
"Drip, drip, drip,"
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
Shakes the voice of the thundering,
Demon of Doom!
As he shakes the world around,
Dropping it, in pieces, upon the dirty, wet, ground.
-Madelaine Irene
Poetry...
... it's like food to the mouth, air to the lungs, and sun to the living. I breathe it in, and so can you. Soak in these mellifluous syllables, and feel them as their fantastical utterances roll off the tongue...or eye.
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
Beautiful Disaster
Posted by Madel at 9:43 PM
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