Thursday, April 21, 2011

Venterated by Harp and Lute





You can dream me in blue moonlight
Venerated by harp and lute 
As the stars crossover sky by night
Will you chant me with loves sweet flute?

Will you verse pure what muse held mute?
Calling gale's voice soft in twilight
Venerated by harp and lute
You can dream me in blue moonlight

Is there kinder touch or such sight?
Then strings of ardor weaved in jute
Their golden glow throughout midnight
You can dream me in blue moonlight
Venerated by harp and lute

bkmackenzie
copyrighted 2011

painting by :Gustav Klimt 1895 - Music
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16 comments:

  1. The UnknowngnomeApril 21, 2011 at 3:01 AM

    I don't know how you do it! Day after day pearls flow from your fingertips and settle as dew on lips.

    I will dream you in blue moonlight.

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  2. Salem LorotApril 21, 2011 at 4:56 AM

    Signed...bkm, you are gifted. I read this twice and it was worth it, every bit refreshing every bit adoring.

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  3. Brian MillerApril 21, 2011 at 5:07 AM

    nice...love the dream me in blue moonlight...and


    Will you verse pure what muse held mute?

    is my fav line, quick word play there....

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  4. steveroniApril 21, 2011 at 5:42 AM

    What a mind is yours--full of beauty, in which you graciously allow us to share. Now THAT is what I call spirituality! Thank you!

    "The Real Me" (above, on right) is a very attractive poet, one which I CAN see in the blue moon light...and dream?
    PEACE!

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  5. annell4April 21, 2011 at 5:48 AM

    This might be the most beautiful thought ever! Dream me by moonlight! It's a song, a dance....music in the wind! WOW!

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  6. JL DodgeApril 21, 2011 at 6:13 AM

    Love this !!
    we have an award for you @ Dodge Writes
    EJNOY
    JL&B

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  7. BrendanApril 21, 2011 at 7:49 AM

    Is what the lover desires most is to see their own reflection in their beloved's eye -- recognition and acceptance and and welcome? Your wonderful poem is so sweetly blue with that music, played the other way (the troubadour getting sung to by the song of her beloved's passion). It's been a long time since my beloved has wished for MY lute, but I think she hears it in my groans as I bend to clean up the day's cat vomit. How we all would love to be loved in exactly the way we dream, as here ... Brendan

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  8. LolamouseApril 21, 2011 at 11:37 AM

    Beautiful rondel! I love the way it's like a song. Just lovely.

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  9. Tammie LeeApril 21, 2011 at 11:45 AM

    lovely rhythm
    lovely words
    so dreamy

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  10. LauraApril 21, 2011 at 2:43 PM

    so beautiful...I love the way your words wrap round and round again.

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  11. OliviaApril 25, 2011 at 1:25 AM

    This is so beautiful to read Barbara!

    I read this a few times over- Will you verse pure what muse held mute? to make sure I was reading it written here!

    Very well expressed.. dreamy n yet real!
    Hugs xox

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  12. AnonymousApril 25, 2011 at 7:17 AM

    i would haha! my potluck.. http://fiveloaf.wordpress.com/2010/02/13/a-chinese-love-story/

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  13. AnonymousApril 25, 2011 at 8:13 AM

    There is a wisdom to this, and your repeated line work so well-- simply lovely.

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  14. LynApril 25, 2011 at 11:53 AM

    The ease and flow of your words..I sit in wonder at the beauty of your work...

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  15. Linda Bob Grifins Korbetis HallApril 26, 2011 at 12:16 PM

    A++

    This is perfect, love music related stuff.

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  16. Uma AnandaneApril 28, 2011 at 5:04 PM

    This sounds like a rondel.Yes,you write well and it sounds music

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