Thursday, March 26, 2015

The Gathering

The World (Impronta Unika)
All around they will come
From distant islands and seas,
Over mountains of shrouded stone,
And misty clouds from above.

Send them a melodious white dove,
Tell them as they roam, 
From within the whisking breeze,
The gathering of time sung.

Baffling and raffling they run
A day which they'll seize
Over the green lands loam
Full of glee and love.

Full of glee and love
Over the green lands loam
A day which they'll seize
Baffling and raffling they run.

All around they will come
From distant islands and seas,
Over mountains of shrouded stone,
And misty clouds from above.

Author's Note: 
This poem is intended to be sung. I'm testing out a new structure that blends syllables of lines and repetition. Hopefully it works out.  

4 comments:

  1. I experience the people rallying in this poem. Ah, it would be interesting to hear this sung, Kenn. Perhaps you could use Soundcloud. I have seen a lot of people use that.

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  2. Ah, but I would Mary if I could sing. My voice is a bit raspy at best, and not at all trained.

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  3. This poem has a nice flow very lyrical..

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