Profound
Words strings and shape
The path I take;
Taste the sweet grapes
That word-strings make.
Words on a roll
Come forth to greet;
Voice of the soul
In language meet.
Words set to rhyme
One at a time;
Movement flings chimes
Where echoes mime.
Words in a verse
Can make good sense;
Love i observe
Can hurl intense.
Words of fine wit
Turn up to speak;
***** form now fits
The rhyming streak.
Words in sure psalm
Can fling fond urge;
Now let sure calm
Fling birth of surge.
Words come to tell
In tongue-and-cheek,
Let heart now dwell
On sensuous peaks.
Words now converge
In profound thought,
Feel voice emerge
In sacred plot.
Words ply to score
The distant flood,
And fill some more
In surge of blood.
Words cannot tell
Beyond logic,
Yet words can dwell
On thoughts mystic.
Words in the end
Attest to more,
A strange sure trend
In void galore!
Leon Enriquez
17 November 2014
Singapore
Copyright © Leon Enriquez | Year Posted 2014
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