A Song Unsanged Poem by lamutuwa Ngaikalbandi

A Song Unsanged



singing...and not singing.
humming low but feeling dumb,
am i touching the soul of who? .

hissing...and not screaming! .
under a bright thought glowing,
in a vision unrecognizable-

the tone of rancor or passion
hunts the face of their pride
only a heart but beats strongly.

...are they angels?
is that a violin screeching? .
the tune is Alas so odd.

none care for a taught of a line,
not a voice try the unprecedented eclogue.
my thinking is turned a theater of the unknown! .

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Sally Plumb Plumb 23 March 2011

A song delights most people.

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