Personally Speaking, Singing

Singing is Bi-polar. Some songs sound like an aching molar Packed with violence, hate and anger. Other songs are sung to win him or her. Soft sweet words that cause love to whir. Passion packed with minds a blur, Bi-polar songs make emotions stir. Singing touches the soul. Old love, new love, no love…take their toll. A heartfelt song can break a man or make him whole. Singing about God help’s reach Heaven’s goal. Songs that strengthen fulfill that role. Where Heaven’s gates need no bankroll. Only pure hearts who found time to enroll. Singing vociferously is fun. Whether in the shade or in the sun, It does not matter where it’s done. I did it once where a spider spun. My woodland tune like opera sung Brought birds to listen one by one. A peacock’s courtship I once won. Personal singing is not just for a bird. They chirp all day singing no word. Like man, they tweet when love is stirred. Then comes the rooster; someone is spurred. Anhingas sing; blurred tunes…absurd! Meanwhile the raven’s voice is heard. Why are they singing; we’re all bestirred! Copyright January 14, 2014 Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: Three or More Stanzas, Three or More Thoughts on the Same Idea Sponsored by: Sheri Fresonke Harper