SEPTEMBER 9, 2010 10:07AM

My Humble Poet

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Don’t let me fall away tonight
Until my mind is filled with light
That you, my humble poet, keep
Upon your lips to bring me sleep.
The words need not be fine nor rare
On death, of love, or maidens fair.
You know which lines to whisper near
My throat and cheek, into my ear.

Beside my heart time beats too slow
Awaiting gifts that you bestow
To graciously and gently feed
The hunger of another’s need.
And still you toil more and again
With verse and song, paper and pen.
It is your nature, strong and kind
That comforts me and fills my mind.

So sing to me in hushed blue tones
And write your words upon my bones.
Oh poet, lovely, gentle soul
Rain down on me and make me whole.
Then let the strings and reeds of rhyme
Play in my head your song sublime.
Today, tonight, until I die
Til I am Earth and you are Sky. customizable counter

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I love this. Well done. You are inspiring. R-
Thanks, Dave :) Have a great day!
You, madame, are the poet, humble or not. But this piece tells me that not all poetry is necessarily written. Very nice! {{{R}}}
Seems to me I have read a poet's prayer. Lovely.
"Til I am Earth and you are Sky," lovely.
Thanks kateasley :) I'm glad you liked it.

Rod, you're right. It's not. There's poetry in the way the petals of a flower open and close. In the squeal of a plastic pick over a real steel guitar string. So much of it all around, all the time.

anna1liese :) Oh that's so sweet. I like the thought of that ... a prayer. Thank you.
"So sing to me in hushed blue tones
And write your words upon my bones.
Oh poet, lovely, gentle soul
Rain down on me and make me whole.
Then let the strings and reeds of rhyme
Play in my head your song sublime.
Today, tonight, until I die
Til I am Earth and you are Sky."

That last stanza, would have caused Marlowe (or me) to blush.
I'm with anna1liese- this is the kind of prayer that I can get down on my knees for.
This is sublime . . . it so speaks to the writer's heart, including this writer's heart. Just beautiful.
Don’t let me fall away tonight
Until my mind is filled with light

So pretty...and immensely thoughtful.
As I once wrote"

The poet is the man (or in this case woman) who knows
Of all the thoughts God gives to him (her)
Which are the ones that should be kept

You are a poet(ess)
GreenCelt ~ "That last stanza, would have caused Marlowe (or me) to blush." Whatever do you mean? (with added eyelash fluttering)

Melissa, Sweet Sweet Melissa ~ your comment following GreenCelt's makes me giggle, but your very kind sentiment brings me much more joy. xoxo

Thank you, Ms. Owl :) I so appreciate your thoughts.

Thank you, Catch22 ~ that makes me happy :)

Awwwwwwwwww Tomcat ~ You are the poet, my favorite troubadour.
Your style reminds of another OS contributor who used to live not far from me. THAT is a compliment. Love this!
Amazing. I especially loved, "Today, tonight, until I die
Til I am Earth and you are Sky." Great imagery.
Thanks Inquisitive Canuck :) I'm a big fan of lullabies.

Trigger ~ IMom's just on a cruise ... getting sun, playing BINGO, chasing cabana boys. She'll come back someday ... probably to set you straight on something. ;) And thank you.

Thank you Sheila :) I'm glad you liked it.
one of the loveliest prayers I've ever read. What an amazing heart you have.
ilybd, arroc. xoxo

thank you, pastvoices :)
"So sing to me in hushed blue tones
And write your words upon my bones"

these words are as good as any thought that might have been behind this, annie. lush, rhythmic, earthwoman.
Keep singing to me in these hushed blue tones.
Thanks Double F :) I am fond of those two as well. :)

I see C&V likes them, too. And if the two of you are wrong,

I don't want to be right.

xoxo
Love the singing in the hushed blue tones. Your really great here and then some.
This made me really happy. Thank you.
long time no see. poems are not my strong suit, but this is good. or do you just want to deny my existence? little time to waste living life in haste watching the shit go down. leaving nothing on my plate. So it may soon match my pate. solar wing on my chin. thinking what and where and when. never again.
Love the end he is ontop hehe
Excellent write... I agree with Dave you are inspiring. Thanks for sharing your talent. Michelle
Excellent write... I agree with Dave you are inspiring. Thanks for sharing your talent. Michelle
your words know Chagall
how wondrous to see in words what one feels in painting, like that first bit when dancing, when a hand on the back guides a chest against another