Do you hear the parrot's wings
drip tears on a raging fire?
Do you hear her contour feathers singe,
as she flies through funeral pyre?
Do you hear the platinum cards
riffle shuffle beside the night's pot?
Do you hear the pale pill putter
into a random slot?
Do you hear the moon wolf cry
despite her muzzle,
or the sun slither back into
its hibernaculum crawlspace?
Do you hear the flowers sashay
into spring's debutante ball?
Do you hear the bees begin their courting
with whispered Southern drawls?
Do you hear rain's timepiece
pitter-patter...faster, faster?
Do you hear thunder's
bold and bitter laughter?
Do you hear tomorrow shush today,
as you wait patiently for your lover?
Do you hear the echo of each other
on a windy day?
Do you hear her suggest you stay
a heartbeat longer?
Do you hear yourself promise (quite dishonest)
you won't get carried away?
©2024 | K.F. Hartless
Cover Art: “A Lovers Ear Can Hear the Lowest Sound” Margie Sheppard
Today’s Prompt: Write a poem of at least ten lines in which each line begins with the same word (e.g., “Because,” “Forget,” “Not,” “If”). This technique of beginning multiple lines with the same word or phrase is called anaphora, and has long been used to give poems a driving rhythm and/or a sense of puzzlebox mystery. I leaned into sound, something I feel my verses often lack, and came up with quite a grab bag of imagery. Cheers to trying new things!
Yard Sale of Thoughts 
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