Lost in time
Encased in rhyme
Breathless sigh
Don’t wonder why
Dip and sway away
Go with it!
Lovely face
Crowded space
It draws your eyes
Beauty emphasized
Feel the beat and heat
Go With It!
Soul enraptured
Moment captured
Eros tosses a dart
Straight to your hearts
Sing together
Go with it!
Let the love flow through rhyme and time
The music will soothe as you lose yourself in each other
Just two hearts
Beating as one
Never to part
Laughing in the sun
The song of joy and kicks
Just Go With It!
Phoebe Snow (born Phoebe Ann Laub; July 17, 1950 – April 26, 2011 was an American singer, songwriter, and guitarist, best known for her 1975 song “Poetry Man”. She was described by The New York Times as a “contralto grounded in a bluesy growl and capable of sweeping over four octaves.” Professional life It was […]
via “Phoebe Snow – Poetry Man” — AMERICA ON COFFEE
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A computer will never take the place of a human wordsmith/editor. Robots and artificial intelligence cannot duplicate the true emotion that lives in the connotative nuances of words. Only the heart and soul can breathe life into black-and-white ink splotches on a crumbled page which will become art, drama, perception, persuasion, and pre-cognition. It is our history, our current timeline, and our future. The human brain and Universal mind produces words that sing, inform, rejoice, or weep; sometimes, most often heard in the silent pauses between descriptive utterances of voice and breath.
Hence, the philosophy of one lone humble poet and writer, “bowmanauthor/bowmaneditor”.
Lost in time
Encased in rhyme
Breathless sigh
Don’t wonder why
Go with it!
Lovely face
Crowded space
It draws your eyes
Beauty emphasized
Feel the beat,
Go With It!
Soul enraptured
Moment captured
Eros tosses a dart
Straight to your hearts
Sing together,
GO WITH IT!
Tiny paw prints on ivory keys
And yet no one ever sees
The furry culprit in the dark of night
Reflective, gold eyes that need no light
To find the baby grand
The eyes enlarge, she has a plan
To pull the humans from their bed
“A little music will get me fed!”
Dancing tiny soft paws
Tapping in time, delicate claws
The clock strikes 3:00 a.m.
An eerie melody, a lyrical gem
Startles the couple awake
“What’s going on, for heaven’s sake?”
A woman’s voice utters in fear
They both emerge from their silent room
Expecting a harbinger of doom
The impish creature who serenades
Has jumped to the floor, a renegade
The light switch is flipped
Terrified fingers together gripped
Expecting a ghostly apparition
They sigh in relief, a chuckling transition
The man says, “Why do we allow?”
The wee thief in the night answers, “Meow!”
Wishing you and all your loved ones a wonderful Holiday Season and a Happy New Year!
Deborah A. Bowman
The Quill And Ink…
Quill and ink are like a frail, dark rose
Beautiful, elegant, unsurpassed;
But the thorns draw blood and clots as ye go.
The delicate flowers will not last.
But the glorious rose will bloom another day
In the warmth of the Spring’s golden rays.
The quill, the black feather, can turn on you
Blotting out the sun on the white pristine page.
Leaving coarsed lines and thickened loops,
The point skims across the grain of the parchment’s gauge,
Sprinkling blotches of Indigo ink,
Falling raindrops and tears as you blink.
The quill and the ink;
The rose and the thorn;
Teaches you patience and reticence.
So strike up the flint and raise up the flame
To drip the wax and seal the blame.
Copyrighted by Deborah A. Bowman, 1998
BowmanAuthor and Writer/Editor 