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Vivian Tewksbury Poem
Sing a song of love to me, long and slow
Sing it easy, sing it sweet, soft and low
I will listen day and night, ever more
To the words and music of, every score.
Sing a song of love to me, oh my own
Sing so everyone can know, love I’ve known
I will dance both day and night, as on wings
Never missing any beat, that you sing.
Sing a melody of love, I will glow
Sing a sonnet, sing an ode, I will flow
Sing a chorus with climax, I can hold
Till the end of all is come, and I fold.
Start the music in my soul, with a glance
You’ll soon realize my love, I can dance.
Copyright © Vivian Tewksbury | Year Posted 2005
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Vivian Tewksbury Poem
To let love flow and know that it will be,
Where-ever we’re a mind to look and see.
To let truth be a part of all we do.
To face what is because we know it’s true.
To cease to judge the character of all,
and graciously attend to big and small,
The details that are here because we are,
without such great concern for how or where.
It matters not how yesterday was done,
It matters not because it now is done.
It mattes not the color of one’s soul,
But just to know from where the color flows.
To that belong to live a life that shows,
That we do know from where the color flows.
Copyright © Vivian Tewksbury | Year Posted 2005
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The poet sings within the heart of me
And I respond with ears a-listening
She sings a song of all reality
That comes from days gone by and other things
Of which I only feel the truth that be
Within the words I write, remembering
And yet I cannot know for sure, or see
From where the essence flows, like bells that ring.
The poet sings and I respond to her
For beauty is too fine a thing to shun
I listen to the harmony of love
And dancing there I flow to twist and turns
As the music flows, I repose to hear
And write upon some line the fact or pun.
Copyright © Vivian Tewksbury | Year Posted 2005
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