by Seah Greenhorn
(Poem with copyright)
A breathe-
snatchingly
sublime
lyrical climb.
Its melodious
branches
touching.
Its
limbs
tenderly
miraculously
enlivening
broken or curved
spines.
Causes tears to weave
heart's canals
floating forth on
sorrow's song--
multi-faceted tones
blended
harmonious;
strong.
O how the baby birds
mimick
a parent's strum
on hope's chords
brought by cruelty's
long run.
Stress-laden
lids
wonderously raised
as shoulder-to-shoulder
many lend hands
to hoist or reach
blue moons
in hopeful
unity.
The is how
mystically
music expands:
We jointly seek out
paradasaic lands
on which to crawl
then ultimately stand
escaping
rising red rivers
bleeding
into
agitated seas
of man-made
disbelievers
hardened
through life
and its burdensome
demands.
What can we do?
Continue to let
praises resound.
Lift up
with our voices
directed
heaven bound.
This is one way
joyously
to renew.
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