(... she plays with words)
~
like wind she plays with words,
shaped sand upon the beach;
building castles to the sky,
where tide her walls can't breach.
the combinations countless,
she untangles any stumbling lines;
in tapestry-flowing fountains,
her words to us, our sip of wine.
with nary but her hands she crafts,
poetry 'neath the noonday sun;
ceasing not except to watch,
a seabird as it tends its song.
in subtleties she stirs,
her adjectives like riffs;
nuanced dance in every verb,
a song that rises 'cross the drifts.
words that rivet every reader.
lines that wile a way with rhymes;
stanzas frame a photograph,
her free verse plays along in time.
combers rendered speechless,
marvel her poetic ways;
high as terns can fly she reaches,
as with every term she plays.
her muse in song delights
in ev'ry crashing wave she's heard;
her phrasing light takes winged flight,
like wind she plays with words.
on sands that ripple 'long the shore,
like conductor's arms at final score;
**crescendo builds... she stands *****
then fades to black when sun has set.
~
*post script.
today she was my morning muse... a delightfully brilliant poet who knows how to play with words in a most riveting way! i only just found her beautiful.work. please allow me to introduce you to Chelsea Rae in these lines: http://hellopoetry.com/poem/1861530/shine-your-love/*
Jan 25, 2017
Jan 25, 2017 at 8:27 PM UTC
(... she plays with words)
~
like wind she plays with words,
shaped sand upon the beach;
building castles to the sky,
where tide her walls can't breach.
the combinations countless,
she untangles any stumbling lines;
in tapestry-flowing fountains,
her words to us, our sip of wine.
with nary but her hands she crafts,
poetry 'neath the noonday sun;
ceasing not except to watch,
a seabird as it tends its song.
in subtleties she stirs,
her adjectives like riffs;
nuanced dance in every verb,
a song that rises 'cross the drifts.
words that rivet every reader.
lines that wile a way with rhymes;
stanzas frame a photograph,
her free verse plays along in time.
combers rendered speechless,
marvel her poetic ways;
high as terns can fly she reaches,
as with every term she plays.
her muse in song delights
in ev'ry crashing wave she's heard;
her phrasing light takes winged flight,
like wind she plays with words.
on sands that ripple 'long the shore,
like conductor's arms at final score;
**crescendo builds... she stands *****
then fades to black when sun has set.
~
*post script.
today she was my morning muse... a delightfully brilliant poet who knows how to play with words in a most riveting way! i only just found her beautiful.work. please allow me to introduce you to Chelsea Rae in these lines: http://hellopoetry.com/poem/1861530/shine-your-love/*
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