by Edward Clapham |
Categories:
happiness, hope, imagery, love, romantic,
The Piper at the gates of dawn held dear Rat in thrall,
Distant notes touching his inner being, his soul;
Beckoning him to come, come to me and pay your
Dues at my feet. So your messages sing to me
Their song of hope; each word invitation to dreams
Of rekindled love, meanings the children of desperation
To be in your presence once more, supplicant to love,
Imagination building castles of candyfloss truth.
The Piper washed clean Rat’s memories, that awe
Did not dull his vision and pleasure of the world;
Nor loss bring despair and yearning.
But I have no Piper to give me a kinder fate,
Nor soothe my fears that all is fantasy; only
The memory of your past farewell.
by Eve Roper |
Categories:
animal, music, peace,
In the shade of the celestial covert,
quite inviting, resonating a flow through the earth comfort.
The vibrating strings deliver nature’s music
surge, a sink, and rise medieval lyric
fluidity of soft floating harp sound.
Softest of feathers, lightly wound,
outpouring motion of hovering rare coloured
birds' flawless, untamed wings.
To arouse the beast that lies
in supplicant at his feet does not stray, sung asleep with lullabies.
A spirit of fraternity,
forged by time, love and care of creation for eternity.
10/7/2017
by Edward Clapham |
Categories:
memory,
The Piper at the gates of dawn held dear Rat in thrall,
Distant notes beckoning him to come, come to me
And pay your dues at my feet. So your messages sing to me
Their song of hope; each word invitation to dreams
Of rekindled love, their meanings the children of desperation
To be in your presence once more, supplicant to love,
My imagination building castles of candyfloss truth.
The Piper washed clean Rat’s memories, that awe
Did not dull his vision and pleasure of the world;
Nor loss bring despair and yearning.
But I have no Piper to give me a kinder fate,
Nor soothe my fears that all is fantasy and desire;
Only the memory of your past farewell,
That speaks its doubts.