Anthem
Yes,
this is
the poet’s anthem;
for we all
catch those words
and icons
that swirl
in the ionosphere
of the voltaic flow,
that raging river of resonance
that is just beyond
our naked eyes—
the language of the soul,
God whispering
in our hearts.
Oh,
to be a wordsmith
in the morning!
Glenn Buttkus May 2008
1 comment:
Janet Leigh wrote on POETMEISTER:
Oh, I just love this, Glenn! So much better than my meager offering, I’m afraid. I think I shall put yours along side mine, if you don’t mind. The alliteration of your poem is sublime and of the heavenly. “Raging river of resonance,” indeed! And I especially take to heart “the language of the soul/God whispering/in our hearts” just sings, Glenn! Thank you so much for planting your beautiful word-seed here on my blog. Your sweetness does not go unnoticed, my dear.
I also wish you and your lovely Melva the most pleasant, awe-inspiring voyage ‘into the mystic’ as Van would sing! I know you’ll bring some soul-inspired poems back with you, Glenn. (In the hopes you’ll share them with us!)
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