Poem - If My Words
Jun. 1st, 2016 05:25 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kokopelleMy secret longing, well, secret until now, is to write poetry as beautiful as the songs that bless my ears. I can imply a rhythm, asking the reader to hear instruments in their imagination. I would be that much closer to heaven if I could meld music and prose into songs, and then move people in ways that mere poetry cannot.
If My Words
If my words could echo a song
provide a moving facsimile
sounding like a singing voice
reaching the etheric notes.
If this prose could carry a tune
enclose the harmony in mere letters
only if the sky could be contained
in the package not meant to sing.
If these stanzas could make you strut
move your feet to an eternal beat
first shuffled by ancestors old
who knew nothing of these messages.
If my poems were as soulful as a hymn
sounded by the angels' chorus
standing on the clouds above the pages
made plain upon the earth below.
If only verse was a soaring melody
I'd find the dream I long seek
to move my prose beyond the word
to make to fly beyond this mortal coil.
© 2016, Sean Green. All Rights Reserved, 20160601.
If My Words
If my words could echo a song
provide a moving facsimile
sounding like a singing voice
reaching the etheric notes.
If this prose could carry a tune
enclose the harmony in mere letters
only if the sky could be contained
in the package not meant to sing.
If these stanzas could make you strut
move your feet to an eternal beat
first shuffled by ancestors old
who knew nothing of these messages.
If my poems were as soulful as a hymn
sounded by the angels' chorus
standing on the clouds above the pages
made plain upon the earth below.
If only verse was a soaring melody
I'd find the dream I long seek
to move my prose beyond the word
to make to fly beyond this mortal coil.
© 2016, Sean Green. All Rights Reserved, 20160601.
