Wind the land in contemplation
Seeking those we've lost to light
A colourful imagination
Dawns across with anxious might
Grab the handle, steer the motion
Jam the workings, still the night
Look around with steel devotion
No fluxation, sound or sight
Wasn't it said in communion
Only trust in certain plight
While sea and land still share a union
Fear not for a life contrite
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24 comments:
I dont know but i am reading it with a melody in my head... I'll read it again... Nice one!
JJRod'z
Great work! Thoroughly enjoyed this!
This one made me think. Enjoyed it!
=)
Like JJ, I enjoyed the rhythm of this as much as I enjoyed the thoughtful message. Thanks, Helena. =D
I like this...wise...with almost a hymn-like quality...
i guess this guy is going to extremes not to have a boring life
angular acceleration
there is a great dance to your words today lena...i esp like the last stanza....def made me think on it...
Verrry nice. Great rhythm in this read!
I like this...very nicely done. It was a thinking read.
A fine, fine read!
This is wonderful...like a prayer I will remember!
Lovely rhyme and rhythm here... much enjoyed this!
Thank you peeps. I was in a fairly reflective mood while writing this but I'm back to my usual scatty thinking now!
Ya know, Lena--ooops! Helena!--I too felt music as I was reading, could almost have written out a melody. This is the kinda mood you should keep around, girl...it suits you!
Thanks for visit.
PS...I know it's my failing--because I'm not 'abreast' of today's music, but I could not understand the words of that band in your sidebar. Maybe because it was in Scotch--second 'ooops'!--I mean "Scottish" accented
But they were in tune, in rhythm sync, and showed a lot of work together.
Hope any lumpy abnormalities you may have are little ones. Mine, I treat like barnacles (call 'em "CARNACLES"??--grin!), whether outer or inner. Yep, I do got 'em both.
It's like when someone asks me, "When you play that violin, how do you know where to put your fingers?"
And I just answer, "Fiddle players don't fret!"
PEACE, girl!
Here's to 'passing visitors!'
Great Mag ...
Lovely writing.
Steve - lol......you clicked on the live version of Walk Away - only a true Scot could decipher it but some have a lot of fun trying! My younger son's band (in the black and white logo's) have the recorded version of the same song there for how it should sound to the world.
ps......fiddle players don't fret! lol I'll keep that one with me forever....XX
I agree with Tess. I can hear congregations singing this.
This is wonderful! I particularly like Stanza 2.
There, I knew it. You ARE a tough old cookie. (the old is in the English way of old, i.e., old girl, see?) Your poem says so.
Pop over to FB when you've got time Helen, there's some news you need to know! ♥
I really wanted to sing this. Great words.
Dear Lena: Does seem so "certain plight" one needs to live well just to get over that major premise~! Indeed~! Thank-you lassie~!
This is good especially the second stanza....I loved it.
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