it’s the crowing,
the roo-roo-rooster-ing
the rahr-rahr-rahr-ing
rumbling from room to room
it’s the noise of boys
heralds the day from waking
to sleeping
they shout
and through and through
the sonancy of play
two boys bound,
the one an echo of the other
rebounding cries
ring the house round
their din, their din,
every intonation a vibration
a bang, a buzz, a blast
until at last… but no…
even in dreams, ring out
shouts of a slumbing sword-fight:
snicker-snack–SWORDS!
***
This poem hardly does justice to the noise level my boys can reach in their playtime fun! I had fun creating this poem about sound using many sound devices like alliteration, internal rhyme, and onomatopoeia! Using sound in poetry is one sensory detail overlooked far too often.
Since challenging myself to create a poem dedicated to the “noisy-ness” of boys, I’ve been paying more attention to the specific noises my boys make. I’d say it’s very eye-opening but… that would be the wrong sense, now wouldn’t it!?
I’ll leave you with an Instagram video of my youngest boy crowing like a rooster. Which he loves to do at the mere sight of a picture of a rooster, or even if you SAY the word “rooster!”
Do you have a noisy house full of boys? (Well, it only takes one! Ha!)
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I think a psychiatrist would have a field-day with me. I think I’ve got all sorts of highly-sensitive-person issues. The noise make the blood in my veins get all hot and bothered. I love the boys energy in small doses, however, I adore them most when they’re all sleeping and the house is quiet. I can peek in and kiss their precious faces and pray for them in the stillness. But the noise makes me feel like a crazy person. There, I said it on your blog because I wouldn’t dare say it on my own!
Ah, yes, I know that decibel of boys! My favorite is when I can hear their shrills and giggles from down the hall. No wait, my favorite is when they are sleeping and I hear quiet. 🙂
You say “rooster” and I think of pheasant-hunting season – and my biggest boy’s love of the sport.
Sweet poem! My middle son was my noisiest. Even after he was in college, as soon as he got home, the noise level in the house grew, and my husband and I would look at each other and say, “Well, Jason is home!” Thankfully it was mostly happy noise. 🙂
LOVED IT!! And LOVED the video of your youngest!! Precious! Thank you for sharing…I too write poetry – and have totally forgotten the words “alliteration, internal rhyme, and onomatopoeia”…I couldn’t tell you now what those words mean without looking them up; but I remember loving the sound of the word “ONOMATOPOEIA!!!! Thanks for sharing…I’ll be back to read more later!!
How fun! You captured it perfectly in that poem. It made me smile, even though my house is much, much quieter with no boys running around. 🙂
[…] in five minutes something other than yourself tries to interrupt you). Stop and just LISTEN to what they are saying or doing… sometimes we view it as just so much noise, but… I found myself amazed at the […]
[…] items and descriptions that fit your topic. Do a little rearranging and repetition. Throw in some poetic elements…or […]
[…] just a little thing this poem, and feels slightly like a sister poem to yesterday’s about noisy boys. But sometimes, it helps to look through the eyes of another writer to help you see. When I […]
I think a psychiatrist would have a field-day with me. I think I’ve got all sorts of highly-sensitive-person issues. The noise make the blood in my veins get all hot and bothered. I love the boys energy in small doses, however, I adore them most when they’re all sleeping and the house is quiet. I can peek in and kiss their precious faces and pray for them in the stillness. But the noise makes me feel like a crazy person. There, I said it on your blog because I wouldn’t dare say it on my own!
Ah, yes, I know that decibel of boys! My favorite is when I can hear their shrills and giggles from down the hall. No wait, my favorite is when they are sleeping and I hear quiet. 🙂
You say “rooster” and I think of pheasant-hunting season – and my biggest boy’s love of the sport.