Upon the wind I hear her whispered song
she says “Come to me” with such urgency
I listen now as I’ve been all lifelong.
I turn to look, straining my eyes to see
just like a child who knows his mother’s voice
she says “Come to me” with such urgency.
This Lady who is not everyone’s choice
I follow her and choose the road she’s kept
just like a child who knows his mother’s voice.
For those who left her have bitterly wept
with Wisdom I will daily walk in faith
I follow her and choose the road she’s kept.
In quiet times the small voice I await
I will be strong, mild, teachable and kind
with Wisdom I will daily walk in faith.
I’ll heed her call, that I don’t walk like blind
for in the wind I hear her whispered song
I will be strong, mild, teachable and kind
and listen now as I’ve been all lifelong.
*small voice- rhema
22 June 2015
Villanelles and Terzanelles Only Contest -4th Place
Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton
Eyes dazed I stroll and quiver low, enticed
In liquid skyline’s twirl, a slow ballet
to pirouette on fireglows that ignite.
The meadow gleaming near as winds invite
An April centerstage that glides away
eyes dazed I stroll and quiver low, enticed.
And high above the robins wheel their plight
Where garland of stars drips as if to play
to pirouette on fireglows that ignite.
Drunk, hungry this breath, so far the height
where scent of dreams, bursts forth in warm display
eyes dazed I stroll and quiver low, enticed
Small twinklers crown my head to wrap and slay
each heaving sigh embroidering this day,
to pirouette on fireglows that ignite.
As wishful thoughts catch stardust of the night
the firmanent climbs inside earthen clay.
Eyes dazed I stroll and quiver low, enticed
to pirouette on fireglows that ignite.
Villanelles and Terzanelles Only
Shadow Hamilton's Contest
7/27/2013
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