The MumbleA Poem by Janay Kimbledescriptive style, uses imagery, alliteration, and repititve sounds
The Mumble
A newly opened leaf greats the sky like a puppet controlled by force gently though the blue comes to focus; Now tainted pink puffs reach through the expanse as though the circus maiden unraveled her cotton candy. A sliver moon winks down as birds hush past, And cars sing fast toward home. Insects rumble, The dirt crumbles, And I mumble just to speak- I fumble to write one word that will glorify the Great Creator of it all.
janaykimble 5/9/08 © 2008 Janay Kimble |
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1 Review Added on May 12, 2008 AuthorJanay KimbleBaton Rouge, LAAboutOne night as I typed words onto the screen, I felt as though I were playing the piano, except of course for the fact that I don't play the piano; but if I did I believe it would feel the same. Words .. more..Writing
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