Monday, February 26, 2007

Poem #57 of 365

they opened their mouths
in unison and out flew

a bird launched from a bed of autumn;
a wave birthed of blood dewdrops;
a dance tapped on rain-pelted pavement;
a breeze coughed from a diseased dying lung.

their sounds permitted a story
to be told without words as

small chirps collapsed the silence;
gruff rumbles chewed up the scenery;
tonal beeps conjured machinery;
hummed voice cajoled labor and delivery.

(awed by the Academy Awards program segment
on sound design, as demo'ed by a vocal orchestra)

copyright 2007 tammy melody gomez

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