Just a little something I composed today. I don't think, even by the standards of my work, it's much good. But I'll save my criticisms for someone besides my audience.
Triolet for the Big Oak's Song
It resonates, this hum
that echoes deep within the tree;
it’s like a string caught mid-strum,
this resonance, this hum.
It tingles like a limb gone numb
from wading in the winter sea.
Oh, that resonating hum,
echoing deep within the tree.
((this has been another visit to
Seed's Poetry Corner))
