If only we can catch that phrase that slips beyond our reach
Catch that phrase that teeters on our tongue,
Wrap those words elusive in a bouquet of mystique
To scatter forth like harlequins un-thumbed.
To caste our bright confetti of sweet wordage unconfined
Across the room and flung above the green,
To blue sky where syllables cavort to mix and play,
Where riotously in colour they are seen.
A symphony of texture in articulated sound
Revealing mans’ great majesty displayed,
Revealing the story of one humble moments joy
Of simple words so brilliantly portrayed.
M.
3 April 2018
@ Wozzles Copse
TARANAKI
Apr 3, 2018
Apr 3, 2018 at 1:31 AM UTC
If only we can catch that phrase that slips beyond our reach
Catch that phrase that teeters on our tongue,
Wrap those words elusive in a bouquet of mystique
To scatter forth like harlequins un-thumbed.
To caste our bright confetti of sweet wordage unconfined
Across the room and flung above the green,
To blue sky where syllables cavort to mix and play,
Where riotously in colour they are seen.
A symphony of texture in articulated sound
Revealing mans’ great majesty displayed,
Revealing the story of one humble moments joy
Of simple words so brilliantly portrayed.
M.
3 April 2018
@ Wozzles Copse
TARANAKI
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