Sunday, May 14, 2017

Sign

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Sign the moment quietly,
pull the tassel loud,
line the speakers solemnly;
tug on love's pure shroud.

Tap the board of honesty,
drum the song of hope,
work to build the bouquet;
hum with every stroke.

Drape the orange blanket,
fold the yellow cloth,
pleat the fading curtains;
interpret nature's wrath.

Tease beliefs enticingly,
poke at all you know,
stir the pot of questioning;
humbly shall you grow.



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4 comments:

  1. The fluidity of this poem is so captivating

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  2. This poem has a great rhythm. You encourage us to be daring though rather than humble!

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  3. Oh, I love this.....the contrasts in the word choices at the start (quietly/loud) and the way you have used directives as the first word at the start of each line. It is such a beautiful rhythmic poem with incredible meaning.

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  4. Wonderful words in a flowing rhythm.

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