Unrhythmical poems on Hello Poetry

W. H. Auden

Unrhymed, unrhythmical, the chatter goes:
Yet no one hears his own remarks as prose.

Beneath each topic tunelessly discussed
The ground-bass is reciprocal mistrust.

The names in fashion shuttling to and fro
Yield, when deciphered, messages of woe.

You cannot read me like an open book.
I'm more myself than you will ever look.

Will no one listen to my little song?

Perhaps I shan't be with you very long.

A howl for recognition, shrill with fear,
Shakes the jam-packed apartment, but each ear
Is listening to its hearing, so none hear.

Katherine Williams Mar 2018

Music is forever

Because I could not influence for Music,
It did kindly influence for me.
I don't like the fact that it,
Learned to influence before it knew how to sound.
It does influence,
It does sound,
It does premiere.

I must assist with the Stressful recording again,
Routine, recording.
Now nerve-wracking is just the thing,
To get me wondering if the recording is trying.

Don't belive that the euphony is unrhythmical?
The euphony is rhythmic beyond belief.
An euphony is intoned. an euphony is syncopated,
An euphony is metric, however.

The audio recording that's really little,
Above all others is the soundtrack.
Pause to star, like the soundtrack does.
It does star, it does feature,
Should it also contain?

#music

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