Onomatopoeia
Sipping sangria
I ponder this thing
called onomatopoeia
Tinkling wind chimes.
The echoing ping-
plates placed one on another
and other such sounds.
The bong of steel bells.
The beep beep beeping-
a phone off its hook.
And I am blessed
to belong to such
melodious sounds.
And I feel
for the ears
of those who can't hear.
Copyright © Allen Beilschmidt Sr. | Year Posted 2019
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