Sonnetics

The name of the poem is a play on the word phonetics. Its a sonnet about sound.

Tumble do the trees in the trill forest,

An unwrinkled mirage of mild waves

Come; to warble the drum of my frailest,

As harvests of waves design the silence.

Arise three bones and transmit the music,

Sweeten these atoms, inflate this opus.

Hear this melodic chant, this sound lyric

Lull those ears with a resonant focus.

But all is commercial, all is aflame

Pestilence scourging what was once intact.

I do not exalt, most crave this harem

As firm that honest chorus will be forgot.

Mark this thunder and a sonorous stone,

For the price of nothing, sound brings you home.

 

 

Reviews

[Alice Allen]

Very creative!

[Owenh1]

Thanks, i think i kind of lost my way a bit towards the end though.

[Alice Allen]

No, it's fine. It's very well written and the structure stays solid throughout the whole poem. Thank you for sharing :)