Ivied
visions trespass
Upon
the venial
Dispositions
Held
beneath
The
melody finds me
And
repeats
Again
and again
Yet
never
Grows
Stale
Florets
and anthers
Overtake
the venal
Growth
Of
vines
Connecting
through
That
song, this canticle
Years
since first stir,
Continues
its Anthema
Still
The melody finds me
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Again and again
Yet never
Grows
Stale... i like when a melody finds me...used to write songs for the church when i was a worship leader and love improvising on my alto sax, finding new riffs and melodies or just sit at the piano and let it flow..it's not that it's really good but it's me..part of my song to the world..like your poem here is a part of your song to the world..much enjoyed this fred
nice..music often overtakes me...i really like the word canticle...nice textures too into how it affects your world...
ReplyDeleteWow. Those last two stanzas, the word choice . . . brilliant.
ReplyDeleteAlways great how music can overtake. Also fun that you might not hear a song for years and then once it's heard brings back all kinds of memories.
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