Latest twig of poetree, and last for this Earth Month :)AweGaia's a silent siren, though,almost as a pied piper,for all dance to her tune.Aaahhh her music, life's song accompanying the abundance of joy's spring. While this leaf of paper,a poem's mere tombstone, ink on it, the engraving,Is only born again when resurrected, evoked by bard, for poetry's an aural dance.It's choreographer unknown, dancer's gestures but fretting,strutting their minute on stage,Betwixt ears, it's also that wonderexperienced and echoed on,Gaia's calling returned,Like seashell beckons ear,... whale-song accompaniessong of the sphere's.Copy, share as you will. Here's hoping you and yours are well and will continue to be. Have a blessed week :) reality
Latest twig of poetree, and last for this Earth Month :)
ReplyDeleteAwe
Gaia's a silent siren, though,
almost as a pied piper,
for all dance to her tune.
Aaahhh her music, life's song
accompanying the abundance
of joy's spring.
While this leaf of paper,
a poem's mere tombstone,
ink on it, the engraving,
Is only born again when
resurrected, evoked by bard,
for poetry's an aural dance.
It's choreographer unknown,
dancer's gestures but fretting,
strutting their minute on stage,
Betwixt ears, it's also that wonder
experienced and echoed on,
Gaia's calling returned,
Like seashell beckons ear,
... whale-song accompanies
song of the sphere's.
Copy, share as you will. Here's hoping you and yours are well and will continue to be. Have a blessed week :) reality