Skreek, squawk, hiss, hoot all crazy.
Weep, whine, whinny, and groan.
Bleat, bray, blat, shriek, and waver.
Quaver, keen, cry, and moan.
And, to each tone
I say, "That's lovely, baby."
For the Mini-Challenge at Real Toads
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About Me
- Maude Lynn
- Anybody who has survived his childhood has enough information about life to last him the rest of his days. ---Flannery O'Connor
27 comments:
And one day, it may be. Right now, it's the audience of one who can make her feel good about that, and in turn, whatever she takes on next.
hahaha glad we have made it through recorder class...lol...yes, i have lived through that...ear plugs...then you can just smile and nod...smiles...
I love it! "That's lovely, baby." You are such a good mom!
This form has rendered me comatose with conflicted rhyme schemes--you did a great job with it MZ. And at least it's not drums.
So cute! I guess it's a form. Thanks. k.
Well, you have nobody to blame but yourself!
Ah, yes! I have four kids -- musicians and dancers, been there, done that!!
and THAT'S why you're "Mama Zen"!!!
wonderful!
♥
Oh, you're such a good mother. I love this, and you obviously love your daughter very much.
My parents, who were certainly more than somewhat fond of all their offspring, seemed to draw the line when my sister and I joined a pipe and drum band, but were mysteriously happy when I flunked bagpipes and my sister never advanced from a rubber-padded board to actual drums.
K
Well done! At first I thought filling in the form with sounds was cheating, but by the end I felt an air of knowing slip over me, top to bottom, and the grin that remained was an AhA! So that's it. I reread slowly and lingered.
You just thank your lucky stars that it isn't a drum set......yet :-)
:) nice ...sounds like my house...
yay! love it.
signed, the woman whose kid is right now running around the house with a kazoo and a cowbell
What a clever way to respond to this challenge. The rhyme added to the cacophony of this little gem.
Ah, sweet sounds, indeed.
That's love.
Be on your toes, MOM. The rage is to record backwards so the parents can't be listening to privy mushy conversations.
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Just teasing. But that is what I would have done had I been a kid with a recorder.
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...And so it is
You did good with the form and rhyme scheme. I am toying with it but don't have a lot of time (a proverbial problem with me) for it.
I didn't realize what you were doing when I read, commented, and left a couple of minutes ago.
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This made me smile! Well done, MZ.
Ha ha ha. My son brought home the French Horn one year. Now, it is a lovely instrument AFTER years of practice. I was the one that made him stop. He plays the big bass and the bass guitar (any guitar, really), a bi of piano and sings like a dream.
But the French Horn nearly killed me. There was no "that's nice, dear".
I remember the noises that came from my daughter's instruments...one played/plays the viola the other played/plays the cello. Those noises turned into beautiful music. Love your poem and the support of your daughter!
Fun take on the prompt!
I echo Sherry's comment, Mama Zen...and hence your name... such a great last line to end with! :)
Ha - best way to answer all those tones!
lol, been there done that! Just pray she doesn't take up the sax...sounds like they're killing a duck for the first 6 months!
Good momma. :)
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