Tomorrow
by Bill Yarrow
On the febrile edge of consternation,
I hear the howling vowels of aspiration.
I hear the howling vowels of aspiration.
|
6
favs |
881 views
12 comments |
13 words
All rights reserved. |
Author's Note
This poem appeared in One Sentence Poems.
It appears in "We All Saw It Coming" (Locofo Chaps 2017).
Other stories by Bill Yarrow
Tags
Comments
You must
log in
to post comments.
No pain, no gain! Especially like "howling vowels."
Nice rhythm in these lines. **
The title ...
*
Yes those howling vowels*
Yes, 'howling vowels' + 'febrile edge'. I also like the sarcasm/self parody of the clunky rhyme.
So much encapsulated in so few words.
'Laughter through tears' (Chekhov)
Good sentence
I like.
Less is more. This proves it. *
Brevity is a punch you deliver up close.
*****
Thank you Matt, Arturo, Erika, John, Reva, Gary, Kitty, Charlotte, and JLD.
Ha! LOL. Nicely, howlingly done, Bill.
Thanks, Ed!