Cadence

A poem that seeks to explore the feature of cadence in literature and life as a representative of emotion.

Rising, falling, up and down,
The softest voice, the sharpest shriek.
It whispers softly in the night
And howls and whines across the day.
A ghost of self, it haunts us so,
A tremor deep within ourselves.

Rising, falling, up and down,
From high to love then back and forth.
Like sunset beams across the sky,
It comes and goes without a cry.
A feature of poetic selves but of us all,
It whispers, screams. It harks, it calls.

Reviews

[Red Brick Keshner]

A very well executed expeiment. I being among those that love the cadence the words and phrases and lines bring to poetry and literature in general. Thanks for sharing. Frederick.