Set in EW Richardson's Nocturne 1-4-3 form, this piece will be part of the upcoming 'I Hear a Sparrow' collection. If anyone wants the pariculars on the form just ask...
Songbook
Within hesitant concertos
Springtime blooms, twilight whispers,
Time breathes life into waking days,
Warming wind, and coaxing birdsongs
Not yet sure of its melodies
And winter slips away into the pages
Of the master's songbook, a tired aria
Content to rest quietly in his seasons' suite
This delightful poem is filled with soft notes of one season slipping into another...beautiful, Myrna. I want to try this style myself soon.
peace and love, Carole~
As an amateur singer/songwriter and lover of nature in the spring I found this write enchanting as it conjured up such sweet memories and images. Lovely.
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The poems in this beautifully bound book are a result of over twenty years of observations. Observations of the world around us and on the telecommunications network. All of the hate, love, heroism, disasters, and those who help.
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Welcome!
The poems in this beautifully bound book are a result of over twenty years of observations. Observations of the world around us and on the telecommunications network. All of the hate, love, heroism, disasters, and those who help.
Beautif
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The changing of the seasons, tremulous, uncertain, nervous but inevitable, all perfectly realised and expressed in this gem!
John
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peace and love, Carole~
Excellently written! This is soft melody and words woven into warmth and wonder. Before the end I heard the songs from the book.
Love ya' - Bill
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fee
on the threshhold of warmer days. Perfection, Myrna. Love it.
-gene.