some words are not for poetryGlenn Peirson: physician, musician, poet | Glenn Peirson: physician, musician, poet
Some words are not for poetry - III (September 19, 2009) Onomatopoetically sung song spun beauty as gossamer thread glistening I slide down dew-laced air always listening to words tinged with heaven's grace, but strung strong Love does come to me, spinning and bathing clothing and cradling my soul in its care Beauty arises with silk gauze my wear dressing, caressing, nudged gently wading Into deep pondering life-weaving in awe of wonder, surrender to beauty's great latticework frame, which cloaks and sustains us translucent, hushed humbly, naked and raw Into this beauty we spin without weight hosanna-hymn laced with wild gentleness