Day 7 Prompt: Fingers, Form: Prose, Device: Assonance
No assonance in this one.
Watch the fingers flying.
Quick looks at the sound of a laugh.
How can that mean anything?
In the silence there is happiness.
Ignoring the stares of curious strangers.
Exploits and confidences shared.
Relishing the company and conversation.
So much expression and meaning those wonderful fingers convey.
It’s music for the soul.
No fingers but a little assonance in this one:
How can we make it
Sound the same
When our accents
Are all different?