I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world, to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

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7 October 2017

I Sing

I sing softly and sadly
I sing sadly and softly

I sing in the middle of your delight
and at the edge of your last anguish

I sing as if the day would never end
I sing slowly at midnight and quickly at dawn

I sing to the wind and the stars and the dark
I sing to the treetops and to their trunks

I sing to small frogs in the rainwater pipe
also to the bees that visit my clover

I sing in the cities, among their towers
I sing in rainforests and alongside rivers

I sing with the sea and with thunder
with jagged rocks and rising mountains

I sing in the language of a cat
and in the colours of a butterfly

in the pouring rain I sing
in the burning sun I sing

I will never stop singing

42 comments:

  1. In the key of the heart and melody of the soul....Beautiful! <3

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    1. What a lovely perception! Thank you. (This one wrote me.)

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  2. Nice writing :D

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  3. I absolutely ADORE this poem. I love the singing, that loves and bears witness, that contains both joy and sadness - it is the song of life you sing. My new favourite of yours........I will want it for a poem of the week in a bit, kiddo.

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    1. It felt like me when I was writing it (or maybe channelling it) – but not the everyday me who, apart from anything else, is no singer. I think it's what Raeline said.

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  5. Yes, the praise of life in little and large, I too sing (especially after being reminded to see it by a poem like this gem).

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  6. Sometimes we have to continue to sing our thoughts, and in so doing we find out what we really believe and what is really important to us!

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  7. I think this is so important.. to sing is the only way to take us through the day. We should sing when we need singing the most.

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  8. This is beautiful. I love this:

    "I sing in the language of a cat
    and in the colours of a butterfly"

    ... Also your comment about the poem writing you. You have such amazing energy. You are on my favorite people list.

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    1. Awww! Now I've gone over all gooey. You've made my day.

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    2. GOOD. Your day needs to be made. :)

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  9. But still you sing. But you sing still. That is the important bit.

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  10. May we all sing the song of life....

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  11. slowly at midnight and quickly at dawn.. i just love that line!

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  12. It is so good to read poetry that speaks from the heart with such feeling. How beautiful it was to do just that Rosemary and feel the impact and sincerity of the words.

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  13. good to hear you have found your voice of joy in these troubled times - quite a challenge but that is the best response...
    "I sing to small frogs in the rainwater pipe" - am sure they love your song too

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    1. I also love theirs! It is huge and booming; amazing, from such small creatures.

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  14. Oh I love this soo much!đź’• Especially; "I sing to the wind and the stars and the dark
    I sing to the treetops and to their trunks." Beautifully penned!đź’•

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  15. My mind is taken to the work of Rumi as I read and take in your song of/to/for/with the beloved.Wonderful.

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  16. To sing life in balance, is to live fully. I love this chant, Rosemary. If you sing, I will dance.

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  17. A melody that creates its own harmony.
    Steve K.

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  18. There is no place on earth unworthy of song. Thanks for this one!

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  19. "I sing to the wind and the stars and the dark."

    I do too. :-) I think night is an inspiring time!

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  20. When i was a girl guide (some say girl scout) i remember us singing a round with the words "music alone shall live never shall die"

    Happy Sunday Rosemary

    much love...

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  21. Sing on....sing on ...lovely as always and beloved



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  22. I love where you muse took you on this one, Rosemary. It's an exquisite celebration of life!

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  23. You sing of life and death, of joy and sorrow, of despair and hope in this poem. It is one of your best Rosemary.

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  24. I am so glad that you sing to all that lives and nourishes us. Your song infected me with hope. It is beautiful.

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  25. We all need to sing--this was beautiful Rosemary

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  26. Oh my, all the situations and places you've sung at in your poem here are beautiful to me. What a fantastic poem this is! Great write!

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  27. Melodious and stirring ... with a mesmerizing cadence ... A beautiful piece.

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  28. Sounds like a song to me :)
    ZQ

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  29. I sing to the wind and the stars and the dark
    I sing to the treetops and to their trunks

    I am sure it is a beautiful melody.

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  30. Wow just what I needed keep singing it's beautiful

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  31. If I silent quietly I think I can hear you sign! Really nice. Perhaps your poem is a song?

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