Monday, November 7, 2011

Hail


Hail, Hail
Tiny crystals
Falling fast

Inside I’ll go
Where it’s safe
To drift in sound,

With ear agape
I’ll listen closely,

As pellets dance
Atop roofs of tin
Igniting the symphonic in

Clink-a-clink, clink, clink, clink-a-clink

As each note plays
I wonder where
The first note hailed.

6 comments:

  1. Very clever! I like this a lot.

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  2. We get a lot of hail here in the mountains of Colorado. Your poem paints a vivid picture and is potent for its size, like the hail it describes. Oh, thanks for the reply on Firestarter and I responded to you on Blue Topaz.

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  3. so cool fred...you made me hear the hail...Clink-a-clink, clink, clink, clink-a-clink..and a clever closure..greetings from brighton..smiles

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  4. All hail the hail, it comes down by the pail, as the wind starts to wail and crushes the poor cats tail..haha

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  5. smiles. nice play...on a tin roof it might drive you insane...fun bit of word play in that last line as well fred...i like to listen to it or rain...

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  6. When it begins to rain, I tend to wonder about the first drop too.

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