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4 August 2016

Song

Hear it reverberate!
The word itself 
sings –
pouring,
soaring

through splendid acoustics of sky,
the wide stage of heaven;  calling
through distance, like bells chiming
or melodiously tinkling.

I would like to give you song
from a full throat
and a swelling heart,
and make you ache with beauty.

Alas, I have no voice for singing,
cannot soar nor chime,
nor even tinkle.

But I can find words.
I can choose them, 
shape them,
free their
song.

 Written for Poets United's Midweek Motif: The Song of a Single Word.

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18 comments:

  1. thotpurge4 August 2016 at 18:49

    shape them and free their song.. indeed you do that here! a beautiful thought!

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  2. Susan4 August 2016 at 19:51

    Oh, yes you can!!! Loosen them like chimes, free them like birds with a beating heart within. This is my new favorite of yours.

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  3. Unknown4 August 2016 at 20:04

    Love this Rosemary. The last stanza is shaped like an upside down bell!

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  4. Sanaa Rizvi4 August 2016 at 20:40

    This is absolutely gorgeous, Rosemary :D love the idea of giving shape to song.

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  5. Brian Miller4 August 2016 at 21:45

    nice, the word song itself. it invokes images of kids singing as they play. of old cassete tapes made for girlfriends, dances with lovers...so much...so let the song sing.

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  6. Sumana Roy4 August 2016 at 22:48

    "shape them,
    free their
    song."...this makes me think of the art of sculpture... so beautifully crafted....

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  7. Donna@LivingFromHappiness4 August 2016 at 23:12

    Oh Rosemary what a fabulous song....and it feels good to know that as a poet we can ...

    'But I can find words.
    I can choose them,
    shape them,
    free their
    song.'

    As I cannot sing a melodious song either, but words can sing even if I can't!

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  8. Myrna R.5 August 2016 at 02:29

    I like this. As poet you do give shape and freedom to words. Lovely write!

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  9. Panchali5 August 2016 at 04:47

    Oh, that’s where the practicality of poetry and a poet comes in, Rosemary!Beautifully done...

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  10. Sherry Blue Sky5 August 2016 at 04:48

    Yes, you can and do "free their song." I love this.

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  11. Gillena Cox5 August 2016 at 12:09

    Luv your freeing power, as you give soul to song words. Rosemary

    Much love...

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  12. totomai5 August 2016 at 14:42

    I want to hear that song Rosemary - freely in the air.

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  13. Julian5 August 2016 at 16:20

    May be not a tonefull voice to sing with,, but a spirit to sing words from the pen with. peace and light.

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  14. Hannah6 August 2016 at 23:47

    Indeed...you do free their song, Rosemary! Beautiful poem!

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  15. Mary7 August 2016 at 07:00

    Ah, though having no voice for singing....you CAN make words sing!

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  16. rudraprayaga8 August 2016 at 19:57

    Beautiful, tinkling words.

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  17. Intelliblog10 August 2016 at 15:50

    What a wonderful tribute to all the wordsmiths, authors and poets who cannot sing, Rosemary! I can identify with this poem ;-)

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