An absolute master at painting ink Polaroids was the war poet Wilfred Owen.
His descriptions were very deliberate. Even if you didn't speak the language, you could hear the meaning.
Owen used the sound of the words to reflect what the words were actually saying.
It's only a subtle effect, when you read his poems in your head. To get the full effect, you need to speak these lines aloud.
Try acting them out, if that helps. Anything to get the blatant sense of what he did here.
What passing-bells for these who die as cattle?
Only the monstrous anger of the guns.
Only the stuttering rifles' rapid rattle
Can patter out their hasty orisons.
You are reading the opening lines to Anthem for Doomed Youth. It is about soldiers dying in the trenches of World War One. It tells of the utter violence of their deaths; and the way in which they can't be honored with the usual funeral arrangements.
The first line has a hint of sibilance in 'passing', but no repetition, except for that last syllable of 'bells'. A passing-bell, by the way, is the slow tolling of a church bell, when the funeral procession is coming close.
He was recalling a quiet, pastoral scene. It's almost like a Sunday afternoon, despite the sad tone. He didn't have to write it like that. He could have said, 'slaughtered like oxen'. But that was too harsh. He needed us to be lulled into a false sense of security, because we're about to be startled by machine guns.
Bam! The first volley is loud and rhythmic - MONstrous ANger of the GUNs - we get that repetition in 'on', 'an' and 'un' sounds. Very similar, but nothing compared to what happens next.
Just listen to the gunfire in these words, 'stuttering rifles' rapid rattle'. Can you tell every time a bullet was shot there? Say it again, aloud and imagine the reality on that battlefield. The alliteration makes it real.
The men die there. They 'patter out', as consciousness fades. Those around them are embittered by the carnage. Now Owen ends on sibilance, 'their hasty orisons'. Now you can hear the hissing in the emotion. He's not a happy boy.
It's not just poetry where you can do this. Word pictures can be crafted in anything from a brief note to an epic novel. Just ask James Joyce. He was far more interested in his 'epiphanies' - catching the soul of the thing - than in actual word meaning.
Better yet, check out Lewis Carroll. His whole Jabberwocky barely contained a recognizable word, but it told a story brilliantly!