As a non-poet, I find rhyme to be stupid hard; even alliteration is tricky. To keep this series aligned (birdies, butterflies, and something else with a B), the best I could do for these sunrise shots was to invoke “break of day.” If only all three of them had had boats . . .
Isabel
You mean that “all the birdies, butterflies, bears, bobolinks, bald-headed men, even bishops, barged into the boat and began to bail before the boat bemired below its bow at break” of day?
Is that what you are trying to say?
Keep smilin’
Tom
Tom – Pesky poets! Next time, I’ll ask you.
Providing those pesky poets are perfectly predictable and not periodically perfunctory.
Maybe shouldn’t risk it.
Tom
To – Hmm. P’raps it is preposterous to think that the predominant poetic property would be persistence.
Probably!
Tom
Tom – 😉
Lovely pictures, although you would have to be there to distinguish daybreak from sunset. There should be a poem in there . . . .
Laurna – 🙂
The image is a poem w/o words. 😀
Barbara – There you go. And with no need to rhyme.