"The Turquoise Club"; a Sound Poem

At the very least,

there is love.

Through the

melancholic undertone

of the microcosm

We call home.

The cacophony of creaking

doors mufflers

shouts and stomps.

This is the

Lovely place;

Where we see

with all our eyes.

We come here

to lose our minds.

Author’s Note: I wrote this poem using multiple instances of slant rhyme and alliteration. I wanted to illustrate the atmosphere of how exhausting it is to be a full-time student and call a new place home. The repetition of certain sounds is meant to illustrate the monotonous routine. I introduce the poem with the theme of love, continue it with the idea of being melancholy and hearing disruptive sounds, and then reintroduce the word ‘love’, in a different way by referencing the same setting as “the Lovely place”. I contradict myself.