Singing Your Beauty

Every word that was written by me

To you, as jest or news

Was always made to fit the bars of my voice

As it sings your beauty.

 

This tender desperation beating

In my chest, this swirling adour

Crowding my heart is me

Lost for words

And making every heave of my breathe

A song to your beauty.

 

The nights I spent wondering about  ringed planets

And giant red stars

Was to find a celestial harmony

That would fit the discordant chords

Of my thoughts, as they sang your beauty.

 

My iPhone, the Note tablet

Have something in common

Every byte of their memory

Is slaved to hold a slice of you

Of every smile,

Of the casual hair-flip, the rainbow-coloured bangles

The careful sway in your steps, the piano-player fingers

Chablis brown skin tone –

And they thread it all together to make

A cyberpanorama, whose littlest pixel

Sings to your beauty.

 

I sit by the edge of this vast plain

Watching the ripening grains

Feeling the pass of the playful breeze

As it races down the lilting slopes

And I hear them, alongside the tizz of the butterflies wings

Join in a whisper of music to each other

Natural rhymes, eternal –

(like that between my eyes and skin

One seeing you, the other thrilling at you)

In a silent concerto

As they sang your beauty.

 

 



6 thoughts on “Singing Your Beauty” by O-Money (@Omoniyi-Adeshola)

    1. O-Money (@Omoniyi-Adeshola)

      @sirsam, I’m glad you like it. Thanks

  1. @Omoney
    #sigh, such lovely words…
    This is such a sweet romantic piece and i love what you did, inserting the gadget context into the whole thing. ;)
    Just one correction though, it could be a typo ; Stanza 2, line 5 — i’m guessing the word you wanted to go for is ‘breath’ not ‘breathe’.
    Regardless though, this piece appeals to me.
    Well done.

    1. O-Money (@Omoniyi-Adeshola)

      @kwisike, aww, this is so sweet of you. Really appreciate your warm words; and yes, I meant breath not breathe. Good eye you got. Thanks, eh.

  2. @O-Money this is like a soft spoken word which oils the heart and soothes the soul.

    I am glad that you recognised the power of your poetic licence…and switching your stance from passive to active and back again. That’s very nice.

    In agreement with @Kwiksie, I also believe that where you wrote *wondering* in the 11th line *thinking* fits in better.
    All the same, this is commendable.

    Good work.
    Thanks

    1. O-Money (@Omoniyi-Adeshola)

      @chudiebere, agreed on all points. And this comment of yours is very gracious and inspired. Thank you very much for it.

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