My Onomatopoeia (on-o-mat-o-pe-a) Echomimetic Words that Imitate sound...like a Booming Voice
The rasping file, the searing burn,
the soothing wind, our hearts to beat,
Words all spelled, each speaks, to yell,
to write or pen, as to talk, or to greet.
A bell that gongs, a kite's high flight,
a flapping flag, in darkening night,
A telling of language, as a sweet dessert,
or sour as lemons, as wings take flight.
The hiding clouds, amid a thundering refrain,
a flash of lightning, in the falling rain,
In forested woodlands, a bubbling brook,
as shadows are casts, in sun dappled terrain.
Broad widening of plains, across open expanses,
all visual sights, delights that sing, a melodious song,
Apparitions, ghostly, pale, in moon light's shadows,
filter through trees, as each stand, so strong.
Poetic rhyming, as bells, all chiming, signs to indicate,
Unexpected change, each season's guilt, to vindicate,
Winter Springs to Summer and then slips, in its Fall,
the fond anecdotes, the records, to all state.
The smiling faces, fond memories held, all to be embraced,
as Chantilly hearts laced, in figures, each they are to grace,
Each precious line, is so rare, in etched drawings of its space,
to give credence, of mind, a proof, to find, its on cherished place.
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