Flowery paths wildly intersect rich, late summer;
While beautiful flute music plays in green trees,
Amidst song so rife, without drumrolls of thunder.
In butterscotch ease, drift humming, honeybees.
While beautiful flute music plays in green trees;
The exotic blooms send pleasant fumes, far away.
In butterscotch ease, drift humming, honeybees;
With huge, tossed hibiscuses, in crimson disarray.
The exotic blooms send pleasant fumes, far away,
Their dazzling colors, the world's latest sensation,
With huge, tossed hibiscuses, in crimson disarray.
The summer blossoms love every color of creation!
Their dazzling colors, the world's latest sensation,
Amidst song so rife, without drumrolls of thunder,
The summer blossoms love every color of creation!
Flowery paths wildly intersect rich, late summer.
Categories:
drumrolls, beautiful, flower, nature, summer,
Form: Pantoum
Doldrums of death
Beat like drumrolls
That final breath
When the bell tolls
Doldrums of death
Shrouded in palls
Leads to Lethe
When the trump calls
Doldrums of death
Sound like headaches
Cry of Macbeth
When the cord* breaks
Doldrums of death
Stab like sharp spikes
Placing grave wreath
When the clock strikes
*silver cord
19th April 2023
Categories:
drumrolls, death, metaphor,
Form: Rhyme
I Hear the Drum Rolls Beating
By: Christopher S. Cascaden
I hear the drum rolls beating
And of men marching
I am a soldier of the past
My brothers being carried
I hear the lord calling down below
I understand the beating boots
My heart lifts into the sky
I hear the bang of seven saluting shots
And the cries of comrades gone
I lay my hand upon the casket
I feel my heart hit the sky
but be handed back to me
I hear the drum rolls of my lord
calling down to me
I understand the light given by those
who fought and died for me
I see greatness in their deeds
I feel their boots hit the ground
once again in heaven.
Categories:
drumrolls, sad, warheart, heart,
Form: I do not know?