Charles Henderson Poet Free verse

Wordsong-A Song In Free Verse

writing poetry lifts me 
to the gates of windsong
frees my soul,
on birdwing rides

fills me to the length
and breadth
of abstract…. 
subconscious contact

breathes an aire
of restfulness 
Quiet solitude of bliss 
in frustration of word search 

I am word,
without which - - - nothing
pure and literative
strongly figurative

give me space 
to hang my thoughts….
to pen my happiness
with illustration

let me mark the wall
with distinction
my oath upon 
the words cast

molded in perfection 
they hang between
naught and forever
poked and prodded

dissected, preserved
in absentia
mocked, lauded
and analyzed  

thoroughly washed in 
dross opinion
sliding on gilded 
tongues of imperfection

laid to rest in halls
of resurrection
waiting for revival
in wordsong

©  08 Dec 2010  Charles Henderson

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Andrea Dietrich April 27, 2011 at 12:23 AM this looks like one for which much thought was put it into it. Good poetry, Charles.

Gwendolen Song April 26, 2011 at 5:04 PM Dear Charles. Wordsong is nicely written with many great lines. Hanging, mocked, poked, prodded, washed, laid to rest, and then resurrected as Christ. Whoa. I too, hope u are doing well. Bless you for all your great writes on this site! Gwendolen

Poet Destroyer A April 24, 2011 at 1:59 PM How are you doing, Charles? Good I hope... and wonderful like the poem above.. very up-lifting.., hope your enjoying your Easter Sunday. Take care and have a nice one,..p.d