She wakes, wooed wild by word whims,
Sows scattered seeds to the wind.
Some will flourish, fly, far-flung,
Some will sit, sigh, silence sung.
But all will beat bald bruised wings,
Rise, remember richer things
And ease eyes to hope above.
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An attempt at a Rhyming Alliterisen, as skillfully both taught and caught over at
Poetic Bloomings.
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This is wonderful! I’m definitely going to have to try this–love the way the word trip like water over river rocks on my tongue–fun!
Tongue twister…
Goodness, that is some amazing alliteration!
“wooed wild by word whims” … I love this line, especially because of the word “whims” at the end. I like that word very much. 🙂
These are my other favorites:
“Some will sit, sigh, silence sung.
But all will beat bald bruised wings”
“Bruised wings” is an excellent pairing!
“Ease eyes to hope above” ❤ Wonderful. I feel for you, too! All those submissions go along with rejections too. Keep an eye on the acceptances! You're amazing!
I loved the flow of this one. Thanks, de.
Great alliteration. I asked Chloe to read it out loud; she didn’t trip up once. Kids…huh?
I think that’s how you feel like at 5:30 in the morning when you’re up writing poems or submitting some of them. Great!
Thanks, gang. I’m not sure I got the form technically right, but it was fun to write. 😉
Not sure what the form was supposed to be, but I love this one. Especially “and ease eyes to hope above.” Hope is where it’s all at!
I LOVE these last three lines SO MUCH, De!!!
“But all will beat bald bruised wings,
Rise, remember richer things
And ease eyes to hope above.”
Perfection. Seriously and your alliteration is a joy! Thank you!
I see too, what makes my heart quiver with gladness the sounds of all and bald together!!! Love that!!