Tone
it is a singular motion
concise in its brevity
manifests itself as a notion
it is dear in its simplicity
the poet rhymes it declares it on the head of a tiny needle
the novelist chisels it on a mountain range where flies the eagle
we embrace it each and every day
each one of us do so in our own way
i confess i have never tried to measure it
i don't know how it's weighed i have to admit
i do know how to express it, lickety split
love. rock solid. it alone
paves the way sets the tone
Copyright © Maurice Yvonne | Year Posted 2014
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