I Sing Your Praises

I sing your praises
On a flattened tongue
Without grace or tact
Or grandeur. Not with the greatest
Lines from the sweetest lips
Could your beauty find
A tune to fit. And mine
Are rough, raucous, reaching
Like eyes in a starless night.
Every lyric is longing,

Every stanza straining
In light of your fair face. My words
Are weak and wasted
On a woman,
With whom no summer’s day
Can contend. But still I sing
My tone deaf tune, for silence

Is the greatest evil.


2 thoughts on “I Sing Your Praises

  1. Amazing work! You are so talented. How you are able to create such imaginative poetry with sharp imagery is beyond me.

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