by the count that's starting
bay tee clout hats caring
maybe coo sat paring
little fish sat fairer
big squish under her hair
wheels van man stare
brake kiss stand knee
we make you be
Zapa Apostrophe
ten tents 'til harmony
rutabaga melody
Author notes
#3 This poem is the my choice one. It’s a fusion of homonymous and sound poetry. Using all completely real words but not necessarily by their true purpose, but in telling another story from their conventional use. This is a story which expresses a communication between the sounds and rhythms of each word. Each line echoes the others, not necessarily in syllable length, or even in concept, but in sound. It's a familiar sound pattern, which we hear when we listen to other languages. This is the act of making our own language foreign, yet oddly sensible, often humorous, evocative and provocative in its nonsense. Familiar, but unconventional. Feelings and thoughts are half realized and imaginable by the reader.
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