a sound poem does not hesitate
does not prevaricate
does not wobble about
it states its purpose smartly
develops its theme without hesitation
even with a sense of urgency
creating images
sometimes memorable
often fleeting
having laid a table set out a feast
plumped a sofa full of feathered cushions
created a false sense of security
it then leaps up
and exits swiftly
on tiptoe
perhaps trailing
a whiff of violets
bloodstains
a wry smile
a hunger pang
an uneasy longing
leaving its reader
in the lurch
wondering
where did that go
Tricia Lambert
(On being given the prompt-A Sound Poem)
Feb 8, 2014
Feb 8, 2014 at 5:58 PM UTC
a sound poem does not hesitate
does not prevaricate
does not wobble about
it states its purpose smartly
develops its theme without hesitation
even with a sense of urgency
creating images
sometimes memorable
often fleeting
having laid a table set out a feast
plumped a sofa full of feathered cushions
created a false sense of security
it then leaps up
and exits swiftly
on tiptoe
perhaps trailing
a whiff of violets
bloodstains
a wry smile
a hunger pang
an uneasy longing
leaving its reader
in the lurch
wondering
where did that go
Tricia Lambert
(On being given the prompt-A Sound Poem)