The Singer

The first time I tried to sing the song, it was the wayward wind on the high seas and I was a sailor trying to tame it.  The melody was a strange beast that devoured me.  Its beauty stretched across the horizon; then its charm moved above the waters, came to me, and awakened my passion.  As we grew more and more intimate each day, I not only sang the song, but presented it as a sacred offering to God with the maturity and sensitivity of a weeping giant.


Featured in "Poet's Pen Magazine," and "Jerry Jazz Musician."

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Robert L. Martin
over 2 years

Wow! Thank you Joanne. I wrote this a long time ago. I almost forgot about it. Coming from you, that is a real compliment.

J Ann Crowder
over 2 years

I had to fav this! Really, this is my style of poem. Sounds like the beginning of a great story.

Robert L. Martin
over 3 years

Thank you, Imrogue. Your poems aren't so bad, either. They get better every day. You and I are getting pretty good.

Imrogue
over 3 years

very nice

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