Wednesday, December 26, 2012

Poetry is Best Sung by Bob Atkinson

Poetry is Best Sung
(c)2012 Bob Atkinson

sands evolve from granite rock
seeking ever to develop status
from shadows cast in rigid stone
to something moved by tide along

music rings within our ears
causing something to disappear
that something, bears a hardened force
which keep us within our place of course

music takes us to that field
where sonic wonders reappear
within our heads as we evolve
thrusting feelings upon our walls

dependence, independence
a constant cycle
within, without, or back beside us
telling softly what makes us move
by shadowed forces within our grooves

so to say we shouldn't sing
our poetry made to make ears ring
and beat the hearts back and forth
defeats our nature in due course

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