Telling the Tale of Sound
Published Thu Feb 08, 2018 | Posted in Poetry | By Linda Jenkinson |
Rainbow cacophony—chirping birds at dawn.
Sharp crimson of the cardinal’s whistling, wake-up song,
The electric blue of the jays first cry,
The dove’s muted gray and mournful sigh.
Ripples of a child’s laughter, sea lapping sandy shore.
A penny’s lonely echo meeting well’s empty floor.
If mixing all the senses could create a wish come true,
These words of sight would be reborn, visions of sound for you.