~ the whistle

[jeannerené]

~the whistle

the whistle sings in lyric note,
to beckon the lady follow, float upon its rifts
lost in the swirl and twirl of melody
drifting,
bound for yesterday’s memory, drunk on love
and bent with laughter

a breathe leaves a sigh within the whistle
to call upon desire unspent,
to sing … to sing
come, lady rest upon my song,
so pale, worn your dreams,
that I may wrap you in gowns of sweet, sorrowful crescendo
come, drape regret around my music
and I will carry your name to the warbler’s nest

the whistle lifts its poem,
in ribbons of voice sharp and shrill,
and the lady rides aside her loneliness
above the barren path, above the gentle brush of grain
along the silhouette of hill and precipice
lost in the billow of passing clouds


jeannerené 03.08

:) ... I wrote this while listening to The Songs of the Irish Whistle ...

[Moushka]

Oh so beautiful....

[fstasu53]

Very beautiful.

Bobbi

[Leysa]

There is a feeling that some celtic songs evoke and your poem captures that so well. I felt as though I was riding along the notes ... nice write!

[Jess Schue]

oh jeannerene', i'd forgotten how much i adore you...this is lovely ..i almost forgot how wonderful reading your poems makes me feel

bound for yesterday’s memory, drunk on love
and bent with laughter

..maybe im a little emotional right now but reading that made me get a little tear in my eye..beautiful imagery as well..flawless as usual my dear~always...Jess*

[jeannerené]

Moushka, bobbi, Leysa and Vampire Slayer,

I appreciate it for all your kind comments .............. I love listening to Songs of the Irish Whistle.... the music always transports me to a pleasant dream ........

.j.