You may bellow out in rage
or acting mellow, while
you blabber trifle matters
seething slowly in your fury
until imploding to yourself,
burning and forever buried
under gravity of all perceived
injustice in this vacant world.
Or, maybe, wiser., turn your
back on bickering and clamor
and beseech the dulcet
symphonies of gardens,
libraries and verse
and if you cannot choose
a path of harmony today
at least, when spring
is back; remember bird-
song and the scent of grass
Today Laura hosts at dVerse and asks us to celebrate thesaurus day. One alternative is to chose to Write a SOUND POEM which includes AT LEAST ONE from EACH of the FIVE HEARING CATEGORY SELECTIONS below:
- bellow; clink; drone; jingle; quiver;
- clamour; dissonant; rip-roaring; tempestuous; vociferous;
- dulcet: honeyed; poetic; sonorous; tonal;
- blabber; cackle; dribble; gurgle; seethe;
- beseech; chant; drawl; embellish; intone
January 18, 2022
Björn Rudbergs writings 
This is gorgeously worded, Bjorn! I resonate with; ” turn your back on bickering and clamor and beseech the dulcet symphonies of gardens,”.. it’s no doubt the wisest thing to do 💝💝
wonderful use and contrast of sounds between the two stanzas – the clashing, gnashing clamour before Spring enters sotto voce with harmony
Yes, the two stanzas both compliment and oppose each other. There is plenty to bellow about within the chaos of the day, but the sweetness and soundness of the second stanza balances the moment. Like in WEST SIDE STORY–“Got a rocket in your pocket? Play it cool, boy!”
I like the fact that you have the caveat for ‘if you cannot choose
a path of harmony today”. It’s very easy to give advice on how someone should react, when change is normally slow and gradual for people. It works so well with the patience, and kindness in that second stanza.
Lovely!
I enjoyed the contrast between the two and how you left room for hope at the end. I know this isn’t the best of seasons for you, but just wait and see, spring will spring in two shakes of a lamb’s tail.
These had such feeling and honesty Bjorn, the second half really held me.
Oh, birdsong and smellgrass. I can’t wait. Kudos, BR.
Great title. Those sounds came through loud and clear. And the perfume of grass – lovely.
What a clever title, Björn, and the integration of sounds, verse, and garden imagery makes each poem a new plant needing time and attention (such as that fertilizer of Roget’s thesaurus) to grow into its full capability.
Oh yes….at least…..once a wonderful release of last few lines, that I really, really feel.
Superb poem! This was cleverly worded,and made so much sense! 🙂
So good!
A great sound poem, Björn! I agree that there is too much blabber in this world, and would much rather:
‘when spring
is back; remember bird-
song and the scent of grass’
*applause!*
Yes, there will always be spring, bird songs and the scent of grass. Love how the stanzas complement each other.
” beseech the dulcet
symphonies of gardens,
libraries and verse”
certainly a fitting option
muchlove…
Sounds indeed! Never has there been a time without injustice in the world. Wise to choose the harmonious path.
you have described my day today.
I especially love the conclusion; at least remember birdsong and the scent of grass. That sounds about right.
Very sound advice! ‘Beseech the dulcet symphonies of libraries and verse’. Lovely wording – enjoyed this very much.
Loving this! I choose to think spring….always.