Pitch perfect
right in key,
with a soft
tone-ality,
every silent whisper
every shout of might,
each syllable
is pure delight.
She'll claim she can't
pitch a note in tune,
and that she sounds worse than
a rain storm in june,
but if that were true
they why,
does it seem
that not a night goes by,
where i do not hear the voice of my angel,
in all that i dream.
Comments
skinner_jennifer | October 14, 2010 - 08:32
Hi andrew-evans,
what a beautiful poem, lovely words.
Enjoyed this one alot. Thankyou.
Jenny.
Louise178 | October 14, 2010 - 10:50
I love the first four lines, they are so simple and clear, then I read the second bit a couple of times and I thought it was lovely:)
maggyvaneijk | October 14, 2010 - 20:21
very sweet, love the rhythm of the first stanza