Re: Rhymin Time
I totally agree, Angeline, and offer this poem to the thread:
IS SIGHT SOUND?
by Corbett Buckley
The wind did blow, his breath so light
I dare not say I saw the sight
Of golden hay upon the field
Bow or sway; Did it yield?
Yet movement there caught my eye
Seemed to acknowledge, as if by sigh
The wind its passing overhead
Though windsock laid
As if
dead.
Did it blow?
I don’t know
No sight, no sound
Came my way;
I question still
To this day –
Does sight need
To hear a sound
To make us agree
That sight is sound?
*Lester Young? Hmmm, will have to give a listen*
Angeline said:I love using rhyme in poetry and put it--not necessarily at the end of a line or even consistently anywhere... The rhyme doesn't have to be at the end of the line.
I totally agree, Angeline, and offer this poem to the thread:
IS SIGHT SOUND?
by Corbett Buckley
The wind did blow, his breath so light
I dare not say I saw the sight
Of golden hay upon the field
Bow or sway; Did it yield?
Yet movement there caught my eye
Seemed to acknowledge, as if by sigh
The wind its passing overhead
Though windsock laid
As if
dead.
Did it blow?
I don’t know
No sight, no sound
Came my way;
I question still
To this day –
Does sight need
To hear a sound
To make us agree
That sight is sound?
*Lester Young? Hmmm, will have to give a listen*
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