A Cadence Divine

A trance one night shook my doze

It called in for an eternal quest

It gave me dreams, my providence

And poetry, as its esteemed bequest.

 

The souvenir left a blotch

I wrote for bliss, for ecstasy

But as days went, a day then came

When writing made me feel so real

 

I wrote for my heart, and it’s content

I wrote for the rhythm, of its beats

I wrote about the winter shivers

And much about the summer heat

 

I wrote on life, I wrote on death

I wrote on mourn, and much on glee

I wrote on every breath I took

And writing made me feel so real

 

For poetry is but more than a rhyme

It is but more than just an art

It is the beat of a fine prospect

That feels deep touched by every heart

 

It is but love, it is but life

For me it is but the love of life

For everything is see around

I note a cadence, a cadence divine

Reviews

[R Smith]

a poem divine, i love your work here, the repetition does not always work but you made it do so please continue to write on all the things herein you have much skill :)