Listen
for the sound
of a soft sigh
a tired eye
for the locked up boys
and all the caged up joys.
Listen
for the sound
of a song fading out
a withering sprout.
Listen
for the sound
of an unsung hero
the washed up zero.
I listen for the sound
of something
I've not yet found.
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A spur of the moment poem. I'm not much for rhymes usually, but I just felt like today I needed to write something and that something just happened to rhyme.
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this is good...lyrical, you've got your flow going JB
ReplyDeleteyes! i dig the rhymes. i can hear this one.
ReplyDeleteNow you see, this is fun. I like this style of writing - contrary to what some self-proclaimed poets say, it's not lazy - it's fun - there's a difference.
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