In Rhyme We Speak Of Many Things

In Rhyme We Speak Of Many Things
A Poem by Rev. Stephen B. Henry PhD.

 
In rhyme we speak of many things;
Both big and small,
Or wide and tall.
 
In fear we speak of nothing more;
Shadowed whispers,
Silent vespers.
 
In jest the poet works his strings;
In checkered frock,
To lightly mock.
 
In morning on the silver shore;
Jingled rhythms,
Cataclysms.
 
In daylight songs of joy are sung;
Joyous carols,
Slings and arrows.
 
In ev’ning shadows feel the breeze;
Lightly snatching,
Never catching.
 
In moonlight words of love are strung;
Reaching, clasping,
Deep breath rasping.
 
In moments poets often seize
‘literation,
‘magination.
 
Copyright © 2014 by Rev. Stephen B. Henry PhD.
 
Moonlight Shadows
 


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