THE LOST SONG

The Lost Song

The language of unsaying

captivates the soul—

secret codes and phrases

bound in nature’s scroll.

 

Convoluted messages

elude the human mind.

Beginningless—it ends,

lost to all mankind.

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© Angela Trumble 2012 A Literary Artist’s Music

REVERIE

Reverie

Windows dipped in abstract quills—

vignette views of coastal hills.

 

A pantomime beneath a chuddar,

fan-shaped hands— a blurry flutter.

 

Heavy thoughts on pillows suede,

reflect in eyes of precious jade.

 

Questions heard but seldom spoke,

afraid of feelings they evoke.

 

Are we not, but children free—

gifts of love from just one tree?

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© Angela Trumble 2012 A Literary Artist’s Music