Posted tagged ‘onomatopoeia in poetry’

“Chugging Along”

December 29, 2012


Chugging Along

Chug chug chug chug ka-ching ching!
Chug chug chug badda bing bing!
Chug chug chug chug clang clang!
Chug chug chug chug screeeech—bang!
Chu…chu chug badda biii—-ing BOOM!


Here’s my (sort of) poem for the dVerse Poets Pub Poetics Prompt on change (and turns), hosted by the wonderful Claudia Schoenfeld.  I am not so great at making changes until…well, there seems to be no other choice!

Happy New Year’s weekend all!  I am in the country with much snow and, thank goodness, a working furnace.

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“Autonomic Onomatopoeia”

April 24, 2012

Autonomic Onomatopoeia

Certain words onomatopoeically
pluck meaning from innate sound–
evolved sound, sound that we have
very long inhaled–their consonants frets
on the neck of our consciousness, their vowels keys
to our xylobones; their syllabication
autonomically strutting
across the bass of our brains.
They sneak 
their tongues
into our ears – kiss;
strum tenderly the harp
of tuned
 tendons; zither
our various plexi; nipple songs
hip (pocampus) as if
on a dulcimer
of reflexive-fuck
percussively; susurrate love
like the near silence

of twilit breeze; and when you are far,
and I am farther still,
 make up poems
that both of us
by heart.

Draft poem for 24th day of  National Poetry Month.  I like it!  I hope you do too.  (Sorry to those who are offended by profanity for the profanity!)  Also updated since first posting – could not resist the hippocampus.

This is not linked to any other site, so, instead, I’ll plug some of my books!  (Second Sorry!)  Comic novel, NOSE DIVE,  book of poetry, GOING ON SOMEWHERE, or children’s counting book (with elephants)  1 MISSISSIPPI.   Check them out! 

Onomatopoeia on the MTA (Subway Song)

January 7, 2012

Opening of "Somewhere", Music by Leonard Bernstein, Lyrics by Stephen Sondheim

Sheila Moore working with dVerse Poets Pub has a wonderful poetics prompt on onomotopoeia today.  Boom!  A great excuse to escape from the heaviness that has characterized my recent posts.  (I am also linking this to Victoria C. Slotto’s poetry blog, liv2write2day, which has a prompt about music and words.)

The following is an old sonnet, posted before (sorry!), but somewhat revised.  I’m not sure that it quite qualifies as onomotopoeic poetry, but it does focus on sound, in this case an eerie music made by track and train car at certain subway stations on the IRT Lexington Avenue line.

“Somewhere” on the MTA

The subway sings its broken refrain:
the opening bars of “Theeeere’s aaa Plaaaace
For Us” from West Side Story.  The train
croons the first three notes as it leaves the dais
of the platform, the tune subsiding
then to squeak and wind and roar as we race
to a-harmonic levels, soon riding
at a speed without space for Bernstein’s trace
of tragic lovers defiant of fate
and family.  Yet…at every station…
there’s a plaace—again.  Who of those who wait
hear the song of that longed-for destination,
harmonic haven–beyond how, beyond where–
amazed that the Six Train nearly takes them there?


I am also linking this post to Gooseberry Garden’s Poetry Picnic.  (The prompt relates to NYTimes headlines–the subway? Hmmm…)