Invocation

Come to me, poet.

Bring me your words.

Whisper them, soft.

Let your voice

carry the longing

of my soul

to the skies.

Sit here beside me.

Stay awhile.

Let your song

match the timbre

of my mood.

 

Reviews

[Ufi Auttorri ~ UfoAutho..]

I have read, in various places, writers that compare time to a river or a stream; something flowing. Occasionally, there is a reference to the beginning or the end of time. It is compared to sunrise and sunset, birth and death... but always flowing. In truth, it is not that way here in this invocation. Here, time presents itself as a moment; a hard-rock candy that, melting slowly upon the tongue, flavors life and being with a gentle, mournful call for companionship. A heart bared in yearning for one that can share a view of eternity that is at once both blissful and frames prayer as recognition of the unknown and unknowable. If time could speak, what might it say? Could it explain to one caught so fully in it's grasp the true nature of immortality? What words could it use that might lift a silent soulful voice toward a heaven'd sky; where longing and loneliness have no place in the lexicon of that existence? The questions remain. The lessons continue... abide with me.

[Emily B]

your reivew is such a lovely poem . . . thank you for gracing me this morning :)

[Ufi Auttorri ~ UfoAuthor]

It was/is a great poem, Emily. Say, is this a form of synergy? :)

[Emily B]

i hope so, it always makes my day brighter to be an inspiration

[Ufi Auttorri ~ UfoAuthor]

Hum it with me... "Walk on the sunny side..."; don't worry, you are. :D
[REF: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sy1eOLEiyFY]

[Emily B]

mmmm, sweet sunshine :)

[J. Hampton]

A beautiful ... invocation indeed

to beckon a poet
to come...and be experienced...heard

Love this...
"Let your song

match the timbre

of my mood."

Niiiiiiice

Blessssssssssssss

[The Archangel Gabriel]

What a nice invocation.

"Let your voice
carry the longing of my soul
to the heavens."

Where else? Another soft, wonderful, inspirational write. When are you going to branch out into ruthless carnage?

Luv,
Gabe