In Rhythm and in Time
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The poetic voice can be heard
In the echoes of ages past
In the rise and fall of musical cadence
In the first crack of the bud blooming
In the silent circuit of the sun
Which has its beginning and end in magenta hues
This voice is in whispering trees
It thunders from the sacred mountains
It stirs the tumult and dances in the desert
Great men learned to harness its energy
Even greater men knew enough to set it free
And it speaks to us all in rhythm and in time
The bird with its song
The prophet with his pen
Speak in words and sounds
And in the silent spaces between them
First to be heard so as to be known
To be understood only after the heart has drunk its fill
Be inspired to seek the good, the true, and the beautiful. It's all around. Thank you for listening and if you would like to share your poems (or even songs (listen to know more)) with me, please send them to poetry.deertracks@gmail.com
Poems spoken (or sung) in this episode:
Backs to the Sun
Party in Babylon
The Tide
The Bells of Lynn, Heard at Nahant by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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