Cacophonous Hours

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Cacophonous Hours

Sonnet — Daily Poetry for The Master of Works #91

A drab dawn unveiled a sleepy azure,
Sharp the ruse to keep me unprepared 
For the hours cacophonous beyond measure,
Who knew joy was in such chaos bred?!

Many a throng breathed the festive air,
Sleepy toddlers and couples enamoured
Joining weathered visages with listless stare,
All moved as if by the loud noise lured.

Duelling drums replied to cymbals sure,
A battle of playing limbs almost possessed 
Wrangled broken rhythms in that furore,
Oh how the ear and heart were trampled!

Such were the hours, such this produce,
A little of Thee I am, hence this do not refuse!