valleys
mountains
do rivers run
from these rounded slopes
away
creatures
are strange creatures harbored
crevasse surprise
way down below
if I
yodel
you
will you
yodel
me
odel
odel-ay-he-yee
ay-ye
hee
I hear you
do you see me
we are lost here
pineapple blue-scaped
yodel
ay
he-yee
yodel
ay-ay
I hear you
oodle-oo
I hear you-oo
© Frank Prem, 2017
October 2017 Poem #35: cloud like
05/02/18
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I’ll send the sound file through soon 🙂
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Frank Ifield comes to mind
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A grand yodeller. Gosh that takes me back.
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My grandmother’s favourite 🙂
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Your usage of “wordsounds” (in many poems) is unsurpassed (and very clever)! 🙂
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Thank you Tom. I’ve always enjoyed trying to capture sounds in writing, and am delighted to get positive feedback. Cheers.
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