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.
https://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/2017/05/13/wordle-299/
The fluidity of this poem is so captivating
ReplyDeleteThis poem has a great rhythm. You encourage us to be daring though rather than humble!
ReplyDeleteOh, 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.
ReplyDeleteWonderful words in a flowing rhythm.
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