Vowels and consonants shape words
Words correlate with thought, soft stirred
Thought threads their will then sets them free
To stir a heart with poetry
Ah, poetry, thought’s finest urge
Where common ground and heaven merge
Within the heart that learns to dance
With simple vowels and consonant
Now suddenly the silence sighs
And lures us like a lover’s eyes
That dares us to taste the romance
That waits in vowels and consonants
© Janet Martin
That's beautiful! "where common ground and heaven merge" how true..
ReplyDeleteTrue magic, poetry!
ReplyDeleteAbsolutely lovely! I do think there's magic in words and once in a great while, miracles too.
ReplyDeletelovely! I'll never look at vowels and consonants the same.
ReplyDeleteSo much more to vowels and consonants than just letters of the alphabet. I love how you bring that idea across. Beautiful poem.
ReplyDeleteI like this very much. :)
ReplyDeleteEspecially this:
"poetry, thought’s finest urge
Where common ground and heaven merge"
Your poetry of miracles and this life God has given us is magic on the page. Truly beautiful!!
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