Wordsmith - a Tribute To Paloma With the Seeker
read her while sipping my morning cuppa
'tween news bytes and clock chimes-
I found myself in her words and wept
as I imagined honey dripping from her
lips whilst she read aloud each cherished verse
bringing back to my mind a song I once knew
singing my life with her words
killing me softly
killing me softly
it was then that i realized that this vain
life that i lived had meaning, for her
words were balms of healing to me 'neath
a starry sky filled with both beauty and pain
and I knew from that moment on
that my world would never be the same
As in this world my mind does fall
'neath evergreens of zephyr's dance
midst echoes endless come to call
and posy dreams now set to chance
These words of written complex feel
‘pon verses painted paisley flow
her ink now drips like molten steel
‘twixt softer reach of moonbeam'd glow
Of turnstile motions, spinning ‘round
my head now dazed though not confused
of every sorted page once found
along a path her thoughts infused
As Hepburn smiles Chantilly lace
I find there ‘neath this photo’d frame
emotions plead in wished for grace-
my world shall never be the same
read her once while sipping my morning cuppa-
my life has never been quite the same
Copyright © Chris Green | Year Posted 2016
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