Syncopated Southern Sounds
Swirl through coconut- oil infused air
To Create Auditory Bliss.
Winged Creatures Cry; birds chirp, crows squawk,
Egrets garble, hawks cry, doves coo, as all are
Calling, 'See me, See me, I'm Here, I'm Here....'
Breezes scratch dry palm fronds and tickle a shell wind chime.
Clouds, observe silently overhead the passing parade below,
Then drift eastward floating along their blue highway.
In the distance, a dog barks, tires squeal, a sonic boom, a mower
Whirls and an engine backfires. Man is
Calling, 'See me, See me, I'm Here, I'm Here....'
Auditory Bliss Interruptus....' Marianne Larsen Reninger
Ohhhhh. I love this. I read it over and over again, enjoying the sounds and the rhythms of the words. This poem melds meaning through words, sounds, music....I hear you all! Thanks for sharing a lovely poem. I really love your poetry! Syncopated Southern Sounds sounds like a new poetry slam group. ;)
thanks again for reading my poem. I'm not as prolific as you are, but the Sarasota air got to me the other day when I was sitting in my kids backyard. We should get that French slam poet to start the Syncopated Southern Sounds group!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great peom about the birds and the sounds that they make.Thank you for sharing.