Led To Greater Things Poem by Bill Cantrell
Led To Greater Things
I refuse to wait for a song of salvation
I must take the moment at hand
For music mocks time,
And I am no ones pawn
I need no mediator to relate the colors of life
I have patiently held my words,
And every song is begging to distort my poetry
Yes, the blues is a woman wanting my soul
I very well know every step of her dance,
Looking at others while I kiss her neck
Poetry is different,
She is faithful and forgiving
A mother,
A wife,
Willing to wait for her man
She leads me to greater things,
And asks nothing in return,
Whereas the blues demands I burn
Yet, I will indeed burn,
But on my terms,
As poetry sees fit
Nice presentation of the demands of poetry and music. One who is not a musician cannot have this vision which you have so beautifully personified and clarified in an intense and very truthfully way. A very different poem, that presents a very interesting subject, very well handled in a most poetic and artistic way. Reaches far.
Thank you dear Sandra, a very different poem is always my goal, music used to be my whole life, now I realize that there is something better
Taking a moment of music at hand right at now is definitely very interesting. She is faithful and forgiving in nature and this motivates mind entirely. This poem is very nicely and excellently penned...10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/17/2024 4:35:41 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Blues is trying to steal you away from the faithful poetry which you write. A wonderful poem dear Bill.