I hear him consulting whispers
I hear him sing to me
Some tempting strains of melody
His voice pregnant with glee.
In his notes so vibrant, true
A smile too lights his face
Makes me think of brighter things
And joys I can’t express.
He talks of something he conjures
He thinks it high of all
I like to see him build at it
Lest I stroke its fall.
Looks at me with spirits high
His doubts just take a peep
Like good friends I cry, “Tarry!”
For joys can make you weep.
Caution maketh heroes none
And prudence breeds no love.
My skeptic soul would still profess
“There is no God above.”
Never love so deep and fast
n’ tie that silken thread.
If love cometh without a din
So can do hatred.
Delay, defer, prod and judge
Let love take all its time
As beauty ushers in true faith
With caprice emerge rhyme.
All my wisdom at his feet
I delve into his eyes
A serene smile etched out of lips
‘Love’ stares back in surprise.
7 comments:
"If cynicism is taught by the prude
I would take to the apostate
Doubts die in the musical interlude
A love that can't turn to hate..."
a rhyme for a rhyme :)very well writ.
you are really on a roll, my good sir.
as usual... awesome poem :)
you are so articulate!
Cheers!
:-)
# antigone-
" The sleeves are soiled,
the heart is hale.
The cynic does his chores.
A whisper speaks
In blinding light
A newborn laughter soars."
:) Thanks.
# noisy autist- No roll, Sir. The poems were written by me what seems like eons ago. They have no connecting thread of unity amongst them.
# raaji- One never tires of a little generous compliment. And you are a perennial source of that for me. :)
You are born in the wrong century. Your words belong in the 19th, but what's so wonderful is that we can still relate to the layered verses, rendering them timeless.
its very rare to cum acros a poem that is writtn in rhyme n isnt free verse n sounds mature.kudos.lovd it.
# arsenik- I thought it was the 18th. You make me sound modern by a 100 years. How can I thank u, dada.
# undifferentiated- Thanks a lot.
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