Come Poetry

*** COME POETRY *** Belle Poetry! Be kind! I am already exhausted From long passed hours Taking dictation from you — I am But human and sometimes fragile, While you often come divine. Sister Poetry! Even as I listen To music by composer Andre Rieu, to help Waltz words across these pages, I plead with you, seeking To grip, grasp, hunt, hold, seize, and Assign apt words to their deft places… Be kind! Impart the sequence of syllables Clearly to my tired mind, so they will Play well in their penned flow, To turn Poetry’s wish to written wine — Felt imagery; being true in wisdom; Creative in expression; vibrant. With a similar kind of invitation, Ravel takes us away in imaginings, while Traveling the rise in his Bolero, Captive to the mounting repetition — Music to motion. Expression to power. Inspirations…A ready harvest in the heart. Desiring Poetry, send here your printed score To sound out as easily as does a pluck of A violin’s string to begin a concerto; Or humming a hymn may bring peace to a room. Speak on in dreams! My pen awaits, Listening even when near a nod to needed sleep. Eager Poetry, life’s “Alleluia” First coarses through you In the displays of wonder; in all the consequences Of emphatic things done; and of your intuited Knowing in progress and process with the All Collective unconscious — from clouds to clarity As God with first thought made The first word. ——Dedicated to the souls who hold the address of poetry within them, with all its bliss and pain, my sisters and brothers living in perception. ———-————————————————————————————————————— (c) sally young eslinger 10/3/22 Thanks be to God