Tuesday, January 11, 2011

Forgive a brief poem

To Songs unsung, I Hum

A poem never read
was one I thought I heard

though soon the sound escaped me,
it left me still disturbed.

A poem never written
was one I longed to hear -

yet on, the page stared blankly
at the words that stood so near.

A poem never realized
may seem an unclear thing

without a phrase definative
just a voice re-echoing.

A song to me familiar
while all the lyrics hide

I welcome and attempt the tune
of a melody deep inside.