Singing
And shall we weave our magic here?Bespell with words all painting pictures,
carving gentle bas relief against the sky
with cloud trail telling secrets?
Our souls are full,
would speak to fill the world
with words uncluttered
by the hearts and flowers
stopping up our mouths
would sing the harmony of love
so pure, so stripped
down to the bone
it shines with eldritch fire,
could start a conflagration
right across the world,
touched to the fuse of hope
for peace if we could let our souls
sing for a minute.
I don't usually post the same thing in both the forums and the blogs, but there seems to be a little trend here for verse at the moment and I felt like joining in.
Besides, the only thoughts in my head now the poem is out are exploring Christmas cake recipes and other things I am working on for the station's December programming. Then there is the part of the brain cooking up ideas for Valentine's Day and Easter so I have proposals for the sales team to take to advertisers in the first week of the new year. Multi tasking multi personalities is what I feel like right now