I am a big fan of Consonance. From the classroom.
Go watch Undoes Rust on yt.

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I am a big fan of Consonance. From the classroom.
Go watch Undoes Rust on yt.
poem-tree talk
We walk the trails and I hear the trees talk creaking screeches from beneath the bark. Their sap song celebrates spring. We hear, wondering what stories creaking sap sings and wishing we grasped more meaning, while thankful that at least we sense their feelings about spring.
poem-blast from the past
Once againyou come by dreamto spend some time with me.This visit you brought your wifeand gave me wildly inappropriate giftsthat I accepted graciously,thankful her choices were not mine.And yet my heartstill stirred at your smile.How strange, these callsseparated by time and miles.
poem- a spring day
At the neighbour’s, there are twenty-one robins purposefully flittering and twittering. Above, the sky is baby blue; little cloud puffs waft across, like running tykes, (hear their giggles?) On trees green buds peek from each branch. Breathe in these beginnings. I believe, this peaceful day is what hope looks like.
Oh!
Eye of orange,
cortical I find
you!
Turned in abhorrence
cauterize the sky.
Ah, gaze of duty,
watchfulness divine.
Dear, I hope you're waiting,
with cadmium,
and wine.
“Hope! Open up!” Lizzie demanded, rapping repeatedly on the auburnette’s dorm room door […]”
Loving the consonance of those Ds and Rs 😍