A Bit of a Bard

 Yeah, yeah, I know....I'm a Grammar Nazi, and there are those, albeit few, who even say I'm rather a "Karen" when it comes to people misquoting quips and idioms. It really is "toe the line" not "tow the line". I don't understand how somethings are so hard to figure out.  

I've always been a wordsmith, and to show you what I mean, I have been writing deep deep thought out poetry since I was about 11 years old. Now, mind you, the really sexy stuff didn't come along until I was over 18 probably. I don't think I really even noticed most guys until about 17 and then it was just eye candy and girl-gossip really.  I did however, manage to pen a few good tales and make them rhyme either intentionally or by complicated accident.  Enjoy this particular piece titled "Symphony of Love".  It wasn't written for anyone on particular. I wasn't raging with passion for anyone at the time I wrote it.  I do like it though, and some day I may "mewl" again, but for now I just sigh and remember that my fantasies and dreams were so much more interesting than my actual choices.

Symphony of Love

Is my voice a symphony

Do I rage with song

When our hearts are melding

Two becoming one

Are your notes of tenor

Forced with breathless thrust

Are the whisperings of woodwinds

Leaping from my tongue

Quicken heart! Hold time

Surround the sound—silence

Mewl for no one else to hear

My lover’s lips shall thunder

Rage, lift up my very soul

In crescendo—rapture!

Deep inside, harmonious tides

Melodies—captured

Songs for only our ears

Sweet in every note

Panting—exhausted refrain

Music is your stroke

Sing sweet lover to me

Your song a kind surrender

Symphonic pleas, submission

Orchestra in motion