Rediscover

Rediscover

A Poem by Armistead Lindsey
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what happens when my long time best friend gets back in contact

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Hearing your voice,
Made me rediscover:
The wonders of smooth jazz,
How the notes seamlessly,
Easily, twist and turn.
How the double bass,
With it's step ladder pluck,
Eases my soul.
How the saxophone,
Can take my emotions,
And blend them into one
Continuous flow of joy.

Hearing your laugh,
Made me rediscover:
The beauty of sunshine.
How it gives the gift of life,
Of light and growth.
How when I see it,
When I feel its warmth,
I am content and graced.
How its rays turn to my skin,
Bronzes it a soft golden tan,
And leaves tender kisses of health,
To my next few days.

Seeing your face,
Made me rediscover:
The beauty of all forms of art.
How an artist, with his brush,
Uses tone and shade as expression.
How a musicians plays,
With every ounce of himself,
Bearing all to an audience.
How a poet, takes words,
Not for granted, but as gift,
Tools from our cognitive ability,
To share, express, to feel.

Your warm embrace,
Made me rediscover:
Just who I am.
How my loyalty always stands,
For those I care about.
How I'd willing lay down my life,
To save, protect and guarantee,
My loved ones thrive.
How I see the world,
Observe people, watch closely,
To find the inner beauty,
Which all possess

© 2015 Armistead Lindsey


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Winner in The Larcenist Volume III, Issue 3 Poetry Contest May 30th 2016
http://www.writerscafe.org/contests/The-Larcenist-Volume-III%2C-Issue-3-poetry-contest/52921/

Posted 8 Years Ago


This is amazing. That final stanza hits home. Great job!

Posted 9 Years Ago



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Added on August 8, 2015
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Tags: love, happiness, discovery, friends, music, art

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Armistead Lindsey
Armistead Lindsey

United Kingdom



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I write for personal expression and share with people who, in many ways, I hope never to meet in person. This is not because people are horrible, but because my writing holds something too personal fo.. more..

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