Thursday, November 18, 2021

sound of the wind


white kettle hisses

as fading yellow leaves fall-

owl hoots are lost in moth's wings-

wind whistles long refrain-

rose bush slumps, hushing chickadees-







Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Poetry Form.  The elements of the Wayra are:

1.a pentastich, a poem in 5 lines.
2.syllabic, 5-7-7-6-8
3.unrhymed.

Additional challenge is to incorporate onomatopoeia (sounds) in the wayra poem.  Thanks for the visits and comments.

25 comments:

  1. I love the scene... the kettle is such a warming part of the poem and seems to be needed in late fall.

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  2. This is gorgeously worded, Grace! I especially love the image of "rose bush slumps." Autumn sings loud and clear in your words.. sigh 💝💝

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  3. I love the kettle and this line--
    "owl hoots are lost in moth's wings-" 💙

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  4. Very nice, Grace. I particularly like the final line here.

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  5. Ha! delightful...a moving snapshot as events unfold..with the delicate owl hoots carried...

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  6. I love owls hoots lost in moths wings

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  7. Yep. Owl hoots are lost in moth wings is just gorgeous.

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  8. Yeah, I dig the owl hoots, too, but for me the slumping rosebush says it all....

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  9. Beautiful imagery Grace 💕☺️ I like this form

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  10. Reading this wayra, I found myself pausing on each line, lingering on the turns of phrase and imagery: not many poems can achieve that depth of mystery. This one certainly did, Grace. A privilege to read.
    pax,
    dora

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  11. Great opening line. You have captured a moment in Autumn.

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  12. such gentle sounds weaved eloquently, Grace. this line made me smile - owl hoots are lost in moth's wings-

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  13. This is lovely - beautiful images evoking the time of year.

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  14. What a glorious scene you have painted!

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  15. It's a contest here whether sight or sound will carry the day, and in the end, they both win to give this poem a vibrant reality. Love the haiku-like feel to it, too. Thanks so much for finding this form for us, Grace.

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  16. owl hoots lost in moth's wings--wonderful!

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  17. What an evocative series of images - I can imagine how it feels to be there. Suzanne - (wordpress blog) Mapping Uncertainty

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  18. From word one through last word, I felt the movement, color and sound in your poem. Lovely, Grace.

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