Fairer than all the rest which there appeare
Though all their beauties joynd together were;
How then can mortal tongue hope to expresse
The image of such endlesse perfectnesse?
–Faire is the Heaven by Edmund Spenser
Give me time
and I will give a song,
I suppose it’s in my blood
and courses through me.
with rhythmic flow.
I see harmony,
intercalating with the air
And as modulations blossom
between the lilac and lavender,
and subtle melodies meander,
I recall music,
when the smooth petals of light
silhouette above her symphony.
What essential language calls a dream.
April was National Poetry Writing Month, where participants wrote a draft poem a day. I completed the entire month (for the first time in 4 tries). It was fun, and I ended up with some nice bits and pieces to work with. This one is actually the combination of two different drafts from NaPo, along with some revision.