
Falling leaves festoon the forest floor as the Falsetto of falcons flows fluidly over the fields, where Faltering fawns flee fearfully from Following fellows with fierce fire. Birds beautifully balance on branches of Birches, where Blue Jays boast their bravado by Bursting with bountiful ballads, as Burbling brooks bubble on the banks below. Sonnets of the sweetest sort, sorbose, some Sonatas of a sorrowful and sordid state, Songs soaring softly but surpassing the strength of a Sonic wave. Copyright © 2022 Brandon Ellrich
This poem was written in response to a writing prompt at dVerse – Poetry Form: Traditional Mongolian Meter. Please visit their page to participate and/or read other responses. I think it follows the form, all but the number of syllables.
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Beautifully written Brandon. Masterful use of words.
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Thank you! I appreciate that.
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You’re most welcome
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What a lovely write, Brandon! Beautiful imagery.
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Thank you very much!
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My pleasure.
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Love tautograms
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This is sounds like a wonderful place to be in.
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Thank you. Yes, better than what I see around me most days. 🙂
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What a calming and lovely place this is.
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Yes, I wish I could live there. Thanks for reading!
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What beautiful descriptions. Almost soulful.
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Thank you!
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Wow! What a beauty.
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Oh, thank you very much! I’m glad you stopped by to read it. 🙂
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Wow! Love how you constructed this one and its filled with so much good imagery. Really well penned.
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Thanks! I think alliteration is fun. 🙂
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It really is! I might have to try a poem like this.
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