An Ode to Name UnspokenA Poem by Patriciaa poem... you decide what it is about.
An Ode to Name Unspoken
who are we; the struggle to define
what is human, what makes up the spark divine?
eyes, hair, heart, soul, mind,
wit, compassion, justice blind?
yet though of these a man might be comprised
are they those parts that should be prized?
if truth be beauty, and therefore beauty, truth
i may then surmise it be for me uncouth
to assume that either might my way come,
then, I only hope that I discover wherefore are they from.
And then, what is love?
That is called a many splendor thing
Mayhap it be that spark yet undefined
Is this what made man from the darkness ring?
and indeed all form of meter and rhyme
seem dark and lost confined within the boundless Time
Yet, It softly stands alone, love’s jauntily erring note
© 2009 PatriciaAuthor's Note
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Added on March 14, 2009 AuthorPatriciaLindenhurst, NYAboutI'm a college student and fantasy junkie. I've been writing for as long as I can remember, although I've only become interested in poetry, my main medium, in the past five or so years. When I'm not .. more..Writing
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