Endless in vibrations,
constantly they beat,
frequencies berated;
loudly do they meet.
Slowly in the gathering,
sounds do fully rise,
turning into noise;
why are we surprised?
https://imprompt.wordpress.com/2015/06/09/noise/
constantly they beat,
frequencies berated;
loudly do they meet.
Slowly in the gathering,
sounds do fully rise,
turning into noise;
why are we surprised?
https://imprompt.wordpress.com/2015/06/09/noise/
Nice take on this prompt. Well done. :)
ReplyDeleteLove the rhyme pattern here. Works particularly well in a poem about sound. :)
ReplyDeleteYes, there's a fine line between the two...thought-provoking.
ReplyDeleteYes, there's a fine line between the two...thought-provoking.
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