Can I write my Muse a poem?

 

 

Pen picks up as paint brush falls

Can I write my Muse a poem?

Reaching out ‘cross time he calls

On plaintive cry of circling gulls

Beyond wave on wave of foam

Stranded there so far from home

 

The home that I would wish were ours

A place secure in peacefulness

Serene and dark beneath the stars

Where less is more and more is less

A place where I could set my head to rest

In love and contemplation on his chest.

 

Then mind and body melting into one

That steady beat would drown all sound

Till our two hearts leap welcome to the sun

  The center of our universe is found

 With darkness gone, a New Day starts

While we content, embrace our arts

 

 In joy the paintbrush dances bright with fun

And colors pulse and move and run

 

angel in the dust

PS i lack the focus required to paint the peach and cherry the way i would like to. Luckily I’m about to head off to a concert and that should divert my mind. Hurray for music-especially live music.

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2 thoughts on “Magic Moments-in R-verse

  1. Shall do! The concert was an ensemble of 14 cellos under the direction of Yale’s Aldo Parisot and included some lovely arrangements of music by Grieg, Bach, Rachmaninoff, Schumann, Albinoni, Ravel, and a wonderful new piece by Wojciech Kilar. It is always a pleasure to hear music live particularly when it is well played as this was.

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