Not yet, not yet
slender spires’
mute
rebuke
against the choir’s
restive swell.
When? the plaintive chorale
Wait the silent knell.
Stark and graceful allonge
above impatient fret
speaks in swinging peaceful sway
not yet
not yet
not yet.
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February 3, 2016 at 6:27 pm
Again, I love the “shape” of this poem, as well as it’s music. I can see the bell with its “not yet” clapper. Brilliant!
February 4, 2016 at 9:41 am
Thank you! I would like to say that I was so clever, but I wasn’t. The shape was accidental — unless, of course, the words made me do it. Sometimes the words do take charge.
Your eye often catches much that mine misses, and I’m grateful for that. Thanks!