Love

Lorna



Going about your life my dear

Isn't it the carpet your feet

Want most to tread

Isn't it what we fear we will miss most

When we are dead

Become bereft over when its music stops

Or climb triumphant to its mountain tops

So for now let's dance on its soft causeway

Bask in its warmth like moths

And let it work its magic on our dreary day

  • Author: Lorna (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 23rd, 2021 05:24
  • Category: Love
  • Views: 58
  • Users favorite of this poem: Accidental Poet
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  • Paul Bell

    Yes, I think when the music dies, we die with it. God, how important is music in your life. Definite mood changer.

    • Lorna

      Thank you Paul - Music and love are so connected aren't they.

      • Paul Bell

        They sure are.

      • Neville

        I believe there is far more to these words than what might at first meet the eye .. Not only well crafted as poems go in my opinion, but with hidden depths and very clever indeed ... Respect ma'am .. Neville 🙂

        • Lorna

          I'm so glad your imagination gives me wings I don't have Neville. What would we do without you.

        • spilleronsheet

          Music is medicine to me
          In times of distress
          Music is soul to me
          When I feel hopeless
          Music is tune
          On which my feet’s move
          To create a lyrical move
          Music is the rhythm
          Which keeps us alive
          Listen to the heart beat
          It dies
          when the music ends
          And then people say goodbye
          Well penned poet

          • Lorna

            Music is funny when you think about it.... where did it start? Why did they first start banging on drums and then dancing! Anyway, I'm so glad they did.

            • spilleronsheet

              Indeed dear Lorna
              The nature began the music
              We slowly discovered its magic

            • Accidental Poet

              True, music and love go hand in hand. But without heart, the soul struggles to understand. Tie them all together, a day oh so grand. 😊
              Beautiful write Lorna.

              • Lorna

                And hopefully AP everyone has at least one such day!

                • Accidental Poet

                  Would it be asking too much for everyone to get more than one day? Yes, oh well. 😊Smile anyway.

                • Lorna

                  More is just gravy on the biscuits!

                • dusk arising

                  Love, the learned value of life. The appreciation of all around us, the sounds of life, the vibrant music in our souls..... let it play, let it play, let it play.

                  • Lorna

                    Thank you Dusk!

                  • Fay Slimm.

                    A ride on your writing gave me such a feeling of magic being wrapped up in climbing upward toward love.... a fine piece of penning dear Lorna.

                  • Goldfinch60

                    Dance away Lorna to the music that is always in our lives.

                    Andy



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