Poem by Marc Aupiais
All alone. No one there.
I started a conversation.
With myself!
Slowly in my mind,
Then near whispers,
Inaudible sound,
I whispered what I spoke in mind,
And soon sang,
And a song did sing!
Of castles, dungeons, armour pieces,
Perhaps...
You ask!
But no! This is not my song so I sing!
My song all my own,
A beat on the bar does sound!
And I sing!
And I sing!
And in my mind I write a song!
Height and depth!
My voice does sound!
Creative... Inspiring... To me! It's all that matters you see!
And as I sing, I enter rhythm and breathe!
I fall into the ocean water!
So blue-green!
A green pool!
A reservoir!
Nearby a green snake swims,
And beyond is a Lion,
Quite bayish! And yellow!
And I sing upon the mountaintops!
Slowly regurgitated my thoughts, opinions, beliefs!
And as I sing! I find a freedom!
And a death!
Death to Ghost of
Depressions past!
As hope anew has set!
And my own new song I sing,
Simple to some,
But mine each time!
A unique Aupiais melody!
Me alone! Moi! I alone sing!
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment
No spam, junk, hate-speech, or anti-religion stuff, thank you. Also no libel, or defamation of character. Keep it clean, keep it honest. No trolling. Keep to the point. We look forward to your comments!