“…the soprano’s tear-stained kyrie…”…my poem

…let the chorus turn you…

A new book

somehow sings a siren’s song,

a symphony of words

that make a new tune,

such delight to open any page,

and hear the mezzo’s lilt,

the soprano’s tear-stained kyrie,

and nod as the basso

closes a chapter

with words worth repeating,

and let the chorus turn you

to another page,

for more words

that suddenly are not strangers,

such old words

that make a new song.

Rumford, RI

May 30, 2023

Let yourself watch your 12-year-old granddaughter with a new book…does this poem occur to you?

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Your comments are welcome—tell me what you’re thinking.

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