A List of What I
List
I list lustrous harp strings tasted by the sun
I list lore quaintly from our counties' contiguity
I list the lanky lead time to my a cappella strums
I list the luxury of lying in apart from birthing
I list the leisure of intent among my compositions
I list impending wealth in breezes, branches, breath
I list the treble clef against smooth corners
I list performing as a prayer of zest
I list the way the waves toss fractal breadth
I list the overtones as undertones
I list the ways you light reluctant darkness
I list our habitat's own natural repose
I list the evidence that intuition sparks new lamping
I list a quiet that reveals your perfect speech
I list inventions of unnoticed selves
I list the strings entwined in centers of our reach
Lovely. That last line is particularly fetching. I like the music of the poem and the considerations of music within in it.
ReplyDeleteTom, I thank you, as I thank Eileen.
ReplyDeleteI list toward you, as always. Tilt!
ReplyDeleteAndrew, you are remarkable. Thanks for this!
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