as part of my self-imposed exercise in preparation for Napowrimo next month, I gazed out at the pouring rain and the gale lashing the trees around us, and bizarrely these words fell into my brain
Humming flutter
murmuration of flies
overlain with growl
of intrusive distant traffic —
soporific afternoon
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Distant traffic is such a great sound to pay attention to — often it’s just there, flat, underneath. Of course, as you show here, it has variations.
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I so enjoy all of the different sounds that’re present in this tanka, Viv!
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Don’t be sending that rain our way! We don’t need any more, thanks 🙂
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The local river is now several lakes.
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😦
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Words so perfect I kept saying them out loud. They sounded wonderful.
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The flies we could do without. Perfect snapshot.
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So perfectly evocative, I felt sleepy in sympathy… I like murmuration nearly as much as susurration!
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Both are favourite words of mine.
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🙂
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I feel like you reached into your word pouch and pulled out these gems. Wow
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Oops. I’ve done it again! Friend
Kay would tell me off for long words….
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I like that!
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