The zooming cars deafen the quiet silence
with their beeping horns.
The grinding metal crashing against the pavement
spoofs the crowing crows and buzzing bees
that seek refuge in the wailing weeping willows.
The chirping sparrows and hovering hummingbirds
zap away and meet with thundering clouds.
Tangled balloons pop themselves free
from the coiled string; the string snaps dead.
Leaves wrapped in balloon plastic spiral downward
and their rustling sound frightens the fluttering butterfly.
The yapping mutt growls at the tangled string
but merrily chases the butterfly senseless.
Another sonorous call from the clouds
sends shivers that send mutt and me home
wth a banging rush.
The images made me smile. Sonorous is a lovely word for thunder.
Thank you, Luellen. 🙂
very nice
Martina, nice byplay of sounds throughout the poem. I enjoyed it.
What a gathering of sounds! I love onomatopoeia and you have used it beautifully – the poem hums with energy and with a cacophony of vibrant sound!
Thank you so much, Anne. I learned this genre while still lesrning English, and after I learned to spell onomatopoeia. Crunch! 🎈Pop!
Thank you, Vijaya, Luellen, and Cchurchill. I know I can improve this poem.