Sonance Poems - Poems about Sonance

..."Eternity is the simultaneous whole, seen all at once. This is the character of eternity, and this what the past and future are in God." - Augustine of Hippo "Eternity is not t......Read the rest...

... It is 2 AM by the room clock, Body, helpless, detached; done Brain, still active. Heart wanting the sweet melody of music. Alas, the speaker needs the electric embrace of replenishment. It......Read the rest...

...Bewildering static frames the soulless— restlessly habitual, as crippled philosophies efflux amidst stunted swells, cracked and parched despite ocean whorls that coat wayward sentiments, ......Read the rest...

...There is no god in England (I learned of that this day) For when a man is stricken He has no more to say. He lies in expectation, The end to shortly be, Torment is blindly gazing out Through e......Read the rest...

...The heavens shimmer as billowy linen-white gossamer clouds slip away, as soft blossoms open for the sun. Mystical wings of Eden brush sunset colors; caress the rose petal; touch the lustrous c......Read the rest...

...*Image from my family collection. My First Hour *Mom's hospital bed/private room There straight quite yond, mom's free passage where blooms dyed green, ......Read the rest...

...The redolence of tropic garden orchids A hush of tender whispers in my ear The tang upon my lips of your amrita A tingling on my skin as you draw near Your fra......Read the rest...

...Whistling bells through the wind bring me ease, like melodies that bestow perfect tunes in harmony. Through the breeze it’s music to my longing ears, an aria of beauty that has become a rare ......Read the rest...

...The Story so far continued from 'Visitor'… An attractive extra-terrestrial female researcher sent to a remote island to observe earth and beam back her findings is struggling with unfamiliar,......Read the rest...

...A bent knee ... Cloaked in black nylon, a briny drop from The smooth cheek, contingent baptism For a closed hand, it's precious cargo, Now consecrated by circumstance and Fate, moments befor......Read the rest...

...Sitting in silence 'neath cellar ceilings, Creeping creeks crack in corners' crevices, Whose acoustics are brushing my feelings, With suggestions in sounds of a presence. "Who goes there?" I dema......Read the rest...

...Painting Voices by Odin Roark How indelible These frequencies abounding Filling our senses with color Defending our spirit with aura Voices speak Sing Chirp Bellow Cr......Read the rest...