Score for Words.

Goldfinch60



The blank page sits in front of us,

What shall we write?

Will it be words of sadness?

Will it be words of happiness?

Those words will come from within us

And written for others to share.

Whatever we write

It is created like a score.

A score for the human voice.

  • Author: Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 16th, 2019 02:17
  • Comment from author about the poem: Just words.
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 20
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  • orchidee

    A fine write Gold. I'll give ya scores for singing too. Words that is, though I can't write music!

    • Goldfinch60

      Thanks Orchi, your words can become music.

    • ANGELA & BRIAN

      The moving hand doth write
      AND ~ Having writ moves on !
      Nor all they piety ~ nor wit .....
      Can move it back to cancel half a line
      Nor all thy tears wash out a word of it !

      Thanks for sharing UNCLE ANDY ~ WE are what we write and if we are honest it is often ~ A RHAPSODY IN BLUE !
      Please pray for THERESA MAY ! Yesterdays cruel vote had nothing to do wih BREXIT it was a Labour driven plot to oust MAY and force a GENERAL ELECTION !
      Love & Blessings to YOU & JOYCE
      ANGELA & BRIAN 🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡

      • Goldfinch60

        Thanks for your comment on the poem and you are write we are what we write.

        Please do not involve me with politics, you would not like what I have to say about those thieving, conniving, lying ********.

      • Neville

        twas 2 all at half time but the penalty was questionable... sorted..

        • Goldfinch60

          At full time the result was correct.

          • Neville

            sure was..

          • Michael Edwards

            A duet . with Orchi?
            Mmmm

            Fine write Andy.

            • Goldfinch60

              I will sing with him as long as when he appears he does not pit water in my scotch.

              Thank you Michael.

            • Fay Slimm.

              Words and wonderful score together paint a picture of patient experience - writing is indeed like a beautiful rhapsody when it's hidden meaning succeeds.

              • Goldfinch60

                Thank you Fay, you are so kind.

              • dusk arising

                Sing it.... record it..... - i'll hand out the earplugs.

                • Goldfinch60

                  I am still practising, the two choirs that I am in haven't found me out yet!



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