Purple's Platitudes

nothing but words …

C what I hear

17 April 2014

 

 

it’s like chipmunks chattering,

crows cawing,

the crash of cymbals,

or the cooing of doves,

it’s the crispy crunch of pizza crust,

the careening claxon of an ambulance’s rush,

the climbing clamor of a Morning Glory vine,

the cascading call of a waterfall,

or a grandfather clock’s hourly chime,

it’s like crinkly corn stalks,

corduroy caressing corduroy,

or cats clawing carpet,

chalkboard chills,

can you C what I hear?

 

 

adapted from NaPoWriMo Day 17 prompt

 

 

 

 

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