Sandra Osborne

Sounds - Poem by Sandra Osborne

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.

Comments about Sounds by Sandra Osborne

  • (1/4/2005 6:25:00 PM)

    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 (Report) Reply

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  • (12/22/2004 5:13:00 AM)

    This is a 10 and it is pleasing to the ear, too.
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  • (12/22/2004 3:51:00 AM)

    A nice quiet poem concerned with sound, very well done sandra short poems
    can say more then long poems, with more power

    Regards AJS
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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, December 22, 2004

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