When poetry speaks I listen
to all that our world has to tell,
from streamlets that gurgle and glisten
to rivers that roar as they swell.
When poetry speaks I tarry
to learn what the lyrics contain
as larks in the meadow are singing
sweet songs in melodic refrain.
When poetry speaks I hearken
to hear all its secrets unfold,
so I, in my poor way, might echo
the beauty of all I've been told.
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Author Notes
Each quatrain has syllable count of 8/8/9/8. The meter is a mixture of iambic and anapestic feet - just read it naturally. Each verse is composed with identical rhythm and inflection.
"Poetry Speaks" is the title of a book which contains cd's of famous poets reciting their own work. I looked up on my shelf, saw the title, and started to write :-)
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