(organ playing in an empty cathedral)
i know your key
gnawing sightless worm:
oh yes! your muted modulation
vibrates in my vocal cords
voices this cadence
of sorrow
gnawing
gnawing
at the syrinx
of the songbird
the songbird
songbird
bird
ird
rd
d
myra
Author notes
Written July 12th, 2002
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I shall return. So this is the key to the pipes for the organic human voice? lol.
Good shape poem
Edited on Jul 01, 10:36 because ''. -
Thank you for reading, MAHarmon .. and for the kind comment ... I appreciate it ...
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don't touch it!
Ah, perfection that silences me. THANK YOU for refering me to this one. Your style is wrapped 'round my heart! -
And as you voiced
my lonely thoughts
the Silence echoed in the halls
becoming sobs of shadow's choirs
and images of fathers, mothers
those flickering candles
searching twilight
and on a Cross
the smiling Sun
eyes filled with tainted tears
~ thank you, Brian ~ HUGS -
excellent
how was it in the vestry,
shelter claimed itself to be
but a shadow protruding
deeply into the flickerings
of the candles still smouldering?
wax working its way surely
down onto keys left unturning, unlocking,
unopening the path into the lit
rows of cedar pews where climbed
the glory of a morning rising and
opening to be a blue welcome.
silence was the risk taken through
the mouths closed, unuttering
the verses deemed in need to be sung while
the flowers remained unoticed
umong the growths thought to be
but weeds left there to strangle.
please play for me your song?
If I had voice then i would sing it for you
but my chords lay broken from sickness
which the soup of love did not seem
to want to touch.
I shivered in my chill.
I stood lonely again watching
the darkness of the vestry
wondering
if from there might come out
that which I as still
silently looking for. -
Thank you, Donnz ... together we poets can chip away all the masks, not so?
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AAAAAAAH Ferg! How you understand the lonely heart ... Thank you.
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Pataliyah, thank you for reading ... Your beautiful poetry inspires me so. Hugs
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excellent
I'm speech-Less -
don't touch it!
Beautiful and poignant write Myra. Conveys so much with so few words.
ferg -
excellent
myra, this truly rung the chord for me...loved it.
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