Sounds Poem by Sandra Osborne
Sounds
The pat, pat, pat,
Of falling rain,
A radio's quiet reflection,
A small scared dog,
Wet, wanting to come in.
The sounds are woven
Within my life,
Like an old hemp rope,
With each strand frayed,
To sound my existence.
A chorus of strings,
Echoes from the past.
The gusting wind,
Of dual reality,
The rushing sounds,
Of love and fate.
A nice quiet poem concerned with sound, very well done sandra short poems can say more then long poems, with more power Regards AJS
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Delivering Poems Around The World
Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...
8/27/2026 5:38:21 PM # rel_20260826T082754Z_99b456e
wonderful assonance, gentle word soundings of a rainy day. really, this should be read aloud for its full impact on the soul. Blessings and best wishes, ~richard