Life

The lilac sways
to a chant unknown
upon a gale of swollen tone.

 

The muse,
fingers dance and curl
Mother oyster to her pearl.

 

The heart sings
a thousand choices.
A paradigm of lavish noises.
 

Reviews

[James Paulin]

An intriguing piece, brief and contemplative with music in the verses. I love lilacs and muses with lyrics composed of choices from the heart. Excellent! Intonation ?

[Owl]

I'm afarid I sound rather stupid when I comment on poetry, so all I'll allow myself to say is that I really like those rhymes. Verbally, it flows extremely well.