The Singer

A Poem by George Coombs

The Singer

morning

sky alive with brightness

you sing...tenor

ascending notes

gentle on

waiting ears

here...magic of sound

your voice embodies

light of rapture

dimensions...

soaring...descending

resting leaving

sensitive listener

safe in newness

of the real life...

George Coombs

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Added on July 3, 2017
Last Updated on July 7, 2017
Tags: George, Coombs

I am a retired lecturer from Hove in Southrn England. I write poetry, stories, essays and also draw and paint more..

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