Love continues to sound wonderful! And we will continue our study. What else is there to say about the sound of love? We’ll deploy two more “devices” to move this forward.
It is obvious that love becomes almost secondary to our exercise with poetic devices. The “bookends” of ONOMATOPEIA and ALLITERATION worked well in tandem. The next pair to accomplish this feat are CACOPHONY and EUPHONY.
Again with the definitions:
CACOPHONY is the purposeful use of harsh sounds for effect. Could CACOPHONY tie in to ONOMATOPOEIA or ALLITERATION? It certainly could. But, we will attempt to separate the melodious from the CRASS!
EUPHONY contrasts CACOPHONY in that it uses flowing, smooth, harmonious sounds.It utilizes repeated vowel sounds and what are referred to as “liquid consonants” l (as in leopard) and r (as in radio).
In our discovery, we see that the “sound” aspects we use are more specific than just repeated letters or “noisy” words.
For this week’s entries, take one of your poems from the first two weeks and rework it using a more purposeful sound device in CACOPHONY or EUPHONY. Of course, you may write a totally new poem using these as well!
The purpose for these “variations on a theme” is to give us a more detailed array of devices to use in our poems. As drafts of more polished pieces, they should come in handy when the PAD challenges come along specifically to write “love” poems.
Good luck with this week’s poems!
Good morning! Just in time for my 35th wedding anniversary tomorrow! This one is for my darling Peder.
https://miskmask.wordpress.com/2015/02/15/flooded/
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Bravo! Commented on site.
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Thank you!
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I love a goo deluge, Marilyn! Especially the non-destructive, loving kind! A wonderful poem!
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goo or good, I love them both! 😉
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Lovely, Misk. Happy 35th!
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Thanks, S!! 😄
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Love the softness of this love poem. Happy anniversary!
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Thank you. 😀
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Lovely! Happy 35th Anniversary!
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He’s blessed to have such poetry in his life. So too are we.
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Walt, your creativity knows no bounds. What a challenge! I’ll see what I can come up with, and look forward to what others do with this.
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“If I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, but do not have love, I have become a noisy gong or a clanging cymbal.” 1 Corinthians 13:1 (the love chapter)
Love Language
Oh to cut
Vocal cords disposed to
Calloused, critical
Condemnatory disregard
And replace with
Sumptuously selfless
Inspiringly reassuring
Mellifluously fluent
Language of love.
© Marie Elena Good, 2015
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Not sure I completely understand the directions. Does it appear that I do, Walt? Or did I miss the mark?
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No, you’ve captured the effect nicely. This may seem repetitive, but they do serve a purpose. We’re learning the repetitive sound and the illustrative, as well as the harshness of sou and the melodious. All varied in their way, they allow us to capture the emotion in a more control environment. Good job, Marie!
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This works really well, Marie.
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Thank you Sarah!
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Such a lovely replacement, Marie. Thanks!
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Thank you, Nurit.
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You show the contrast brilliantly and I love your inspiration, Marie! ♥
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I think you got this really well…from harsh…the hard ‘c’ sound cuts to the melodious softness of s,f,m’…I’m hoping to attempt this prompt today!
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I have a lot of trouble trying to make sounds fit moods. I can go to school on this poem. Wonderful.
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Wow. Thank you so much!
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I like it! 🙂
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Thanks!
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Oh, good! Thanks Walt!
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“Greater love has no man than this – that he lay down his life for his friends.” John 15:13
For He
was whipped, scourged, pulverized, cursed, crushed, tormented, slaughtered
graciously, selflessly, munificently, freely
for me
© Marie Elena Good, 2015
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Ending Well
His rejection kicked her in the stomach.
Her heart broke, leaving jagged edges.
Her soul vibrated with bitterness.
She faked a smile and packed her baggage.
He pursued her in the silvery moonlight,
whispering his remorse in soothing tones.
Romance danced rhythmically about her.
as she slipped on the shimmering ring.
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Connie, there is much contained in this short little piece … the contrasting stanzas are so well done, precisely and beautifully adhering to the prompt guidelines, while delivering on story/imagery/emotion. EXCELLENT!!
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Beautiful use of all devices, Connie. I love the ending.
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The poetic devices used here powerfully accentuate the contrast between the stanzas. Written truly well!
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wow! vivid imagery here! and nicely moving from hard to soft!
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What wonderful marriage(s) of sound and sense.
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Some Days I Speak
By: Nurit Israeli
Some days I speak,
so I see the soft silence
of your listening
welcome my words
with enthusiastic,
eager ears.
Some days I speak,
so the melody of
your mellifluous voice
fills me, as morning
mist fills a blossom
on a summery day.
Some days, as I speak,
you embrace wave
after wave of my words,
trickling-drizzling
with delight onto your
serene safe shore.
Some days I speak,
so my sentences soak in
the luxurious elixir of your
soul-stirring sweetness −
your shimmering wisdom
whispering wondrous words of love.
* Walt, you are a master prompt generator! Your prompts are thoughtful, creative, and enticing. Thanks for this opportunity to rework a poem. I tried to make last week’s poem more euphonious.
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WOW. I always anticipate no less than amazing from your work, Nurit. This one delivers. I especially love “luxurious elixir of your soul-stirring sweetness.” Wish I had come up with that myself. 😉
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Thank you very much, Marie! Your euphonious comments are always heartwarming!
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Wonderful writing, Nurit. I particularly like, soul-stirring sweetness.
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Thanks, purplepeninportland!
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Such a sweet sound to this Love poem!
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Thanks, Hannah, for the sweet sound of your comment…
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oh! this is gorgeous!
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Thank you, Janet.
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This soothes so, it almost mesmerizes. Marvellous.
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Thank you very much, William
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It Had Been Awhile
She was busy waitressing
with the hum of dozens of voices
blending into a restaurant melody
of dishes being layered and cleared,
the flow of pouring drinks,
the click- clack of heels
and the silent shuffle of loafers…
when an awareness ran up her spine
and tickled her neck.
She glanced around
simultaneously hoping and dreading
when green eyes met brown
and the crash of a thousand dishes
wouldn’t have been heard
over the clamoring of her heart.
Cliché? Perhaps.
(Okay, so I wrote the above and realized it sounded and would indeed work as a paragraph in a romance novel. So I took the general premise and went back to the drawing board for what follows.)
It Had Been Awhile
The hum of a dozen voices,
dishes being layered,
mixed with the pouring of liquid life
and the click-clack, flip-flop
and silent shuffle of shoes
soothed an aching heart.
Awareness ran up her spine,
tickled her neck
but she didn’t look up.
Dread if she was wrong,
again…
or hope if she was right –
either way would
be too much
emotion.
She stopped breathing
when the life around her
fell silent.
She still didn’t look
until she heard her name,
from a voice
long absent,
even from
her dreams.
(Sigh. I think I’ve been reading too many romance novels lately. This still reads like a scene from one instead of poetry to me. I’m stopping here. I guess I have two rough drafts of some free verse poetry to play with, right? Which is one of the main points of this guild, right? Enough for now, I’m off to read more romance novels.)
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Romance novel or not, both versions are downright poetic in my opinion. What can fill the heart with romance if not poetry? *sigh* lovely work!
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I enjoyed both versions. You set the scene up perfectly; I could hear it.
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I, too, enjoyed both versions, Michelle.
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I like it! You put the reader right there and who doesn’t want/need a little romance?! The more I read the more intimidated I am becoming at trying one of my own:)
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What I love about this is watching a poet’s mind working. Fascinating.
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The Thrill of Young Love
Flip-flop, flip-flop
butterflies flit, flutter
inside my stomach
Eye to eye electric
crackling, sizzling
sound of first meeting
What is he feeling?
Reeling on my feet
while soulful blues simmer
He breaks the distance
between us. Bump-bump-bump–
heart pounding, I look
up at him. He tilts my chin–
a charmer. Soft lips press mine;
our mingled breath sings, soars.
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Love the sounds of this young love, purplepeninportland!
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Thanks so much, Nurit.
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Another winner! I’m glad you kept some phrasing from your previous poem. Great job of re-working!
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wonderful again!!
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Thanks so much, Janet.
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Ah. April (maybe May) love. Love it.
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Thanks, William!
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CALAMITOUS
Clearly, calamity comes
a condescending accusation.
Chaos keeps calling,
falling closely to the cold concrete.
Accidents happen,
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Ruh roh …
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Uh-huh. My feeling exactly.
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[…] Phoenix Rising THE SOUND OF LOVE: DEVICES – CACOPHONY AND EUPHONY […]
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Just One of the Grating Sounds, For Me…
It’s chip bag battle
crinkle-crackle crisp? …Hassle
Must love listen…to this?
Copyright © Hannah Gosselin 2015
I’m not sure I brought the devices to life very well here…I wanted to be sure to be here…it’s been busy with dad and kids home for vacation. Thank you for the opportunity to explore more with sound, Walt. Happy writing poets!
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Hannah, short and right on for the sounds in a chip-loving-crunching household…I know it very well:)
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Thank you, Janet!!
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I think this is fascinating; your truncation accentuates the sounds of the bag and the groping hand.
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Nice!! Thank you, so much, William!
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I’m with Janet and William. Very creative and effective!
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Thank you, Marie!! ♥
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❤
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Mon Amour
Greedy, garbled, gluttonous game
Want wastes words, barters with blame
If love loses its first flame
Lusting for self-satisfaction
Sorrow slips from fingertips
Forgiveness forges friendships
Laughter lavishes love’s lips
With ‘Mon amour’ attraction
(I do not mind constructive criticism) Should I have included actual ‘sound sounds’?
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this may seem rather unorthodox but I just read a poem on ydp that really touched me on the sounds of love. for your ‘listening pleasure follow this link; http://www.yourdailypoem.com/listpoem.jsp?poem_id=277
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For me, this poem creates sounds. I love it.
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William, i appreciate it immensely. thank-you!
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Janet: For what it is worth, I feel you NAILED it. “Nailed” is harsh, and I don’t mean it to be. 😉 You managed to, as William put it, create sound. The subject matter is brilliant for this challenge. EXCELLENT WORK.
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Oh Marie, thank-you SO much…for all your encouragement to all of us:) I really like this slower pace which lets me feel like its okay to wait until Thursday if I can’t get to the ‘classroom until then. Walt, for ever being the great motivator and teacher…thank-you too!
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I like it too, Janet. This was a great idea of Walt’s (and execution thereof). I feel like I can relax and enjoy. I LOVE your work, Janet. It’s so good to see your words and heart on display here again. ❤
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I especially enjoy your “w” set!! Wonderful construction and thank you for sharing the poem you found!
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Hi! Here’s both kinds of sounds, served up in a tasty treat…
Temptress of Cookies
She proffers up a gilded plate.
I wonder, could this be her bait?
“Biscotti or a bourbon ball?”
Surrender! I am in her thrall.
“Taste this cantucci di Prato.
Just one bite…” I’ve won the Lotto!
Those Florentines! I can’t forestall
surrender! I am in her thrall.
She’s wicked. She’s a temptress. I’ve
just never felt so – S’mores! – alive!
Her schnecken’s my confection, y’all.
Surrender! I am in her thrall.
“Rochers à la noix de coco?
Petit fours?” She drives me loco!
She’s a Pfeffernüsse doll.
Surrender! I am in her thrall.
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Inspired by a work of art by Alphons Mucha.
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Love the form, sounds, and images, RJ. Enjoyed reading it while looking at the painting.
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The richness of your language mirrors the depth and detail of that image. I am in your thrall.
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Ohmigosh … way fun and totally brilliant, just like you!!
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HEALING
Cacophony
yields harmony
when euphony
meets symphony
and crash and clash
subside at last
and brutes that bellow
become mellow fellows
when love abounds
and hate, confounds.
Lets us mount mounds
and sift soft sounds.
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A “wow” right here. And you feign to be needin’ some schoolin’? I think not!
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The transformation when, “brutes that bellow/become mellow fellows” I love how you worded this and the way you introduced and then meshed both sides of the sound device coin!
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