08 February 2012 - Sing What Love Knows - refrein

Though it's actually the 16th (yeah, yeah, still behind), I thought I'd post the last three lines from one of my novels, 'the DeerHunter' because I was reading a thread at Absolute Write wherein it was suggested we post our last three lines.  I didn't think the thread (nor what anyone had written) would be interesting––kind of like I feel about the first three (which, apparently by those Novel Gods, is supposed to be one of the litmus tests for judging a book) lines of a book.  Anyway, I was surprised and since I'm procrastination re REALLY writing (in Beryl), I thought I'd do a poem from the below.  Anyway, let's see what evolves...(oh, and since I've been procrastinating by downloading karaoke versions of songs I've written alternate lyrics for, I'll do the poem by one of them; Adele's 'Fire to the Rain', which is a favorite of mine, both original and instrumental).

He pulled the string of the bow across the old Celtic instrument and the crwth created a melody that reminded him of dating; it held a sweet breathlessness of waiting, a nervous thrum of the fingers, and a promise that couldn’t be explained except by the persistent patience of the Forest’s creatures.  Beside him, Sarah’s voice rose as she remembered the lyrics he’d taught her. 

Adding their sound as part of the chorus, a flight of geese swept past as the song wove a tale of returning, of finding a return to roads…

08 February 2012 - Sing What Love Knows - refrein

He tried to harness every note that flowed

but ancient instruments have minds that mold,

and past the breath of quickening love there lies,

a melody that waited nervously

for patience to enthrall them both with cries;

between what tears and fumbling fingers hold,

two voices so constrained sing what love knows.

Each subtle texture of the thorny rose,

each pillaged bud that’s fallen to the ground,

each forest eye that watches lovers finds

that lace and skin like leather’s clasp

is more than envy lust designs;

as melodies that resonate with sound,

two voices so constrained sing what love knows.

Remembered lyrics, songs that memory clothes,

release their gathered wings to rafts of sky,

and whether winds will bring them back or not,

is on love’s lips when storms press lives to page.

Sometimes there’s more when less is not a lot,

and for this reason, time stalls painful cries;

two voices so constrained sing what love knows

of finding roads, returning what love grows,

the autumn geese will lift and wing away,

united with the promise journey’s back

will see no break, will form and fly with truth;

they’ll fill their flight and search for what they lack

beyond the song and flowing words; this day,

two voices so constrained sing what love knows.

02-16-12

params:  Refrein 

The "Refrein" is a form from the Netherlands.  It consists of 

4 or more stanzas containing the same number of lines and 

constructed in the same rhyme scheme.  All of them end 

with an identical line called "the stock."  Within the lines, the 

number of syllables is not fixed.  The last stanza is an 

acrostic, spelling the name of the poet.

(for this one, I chose; abcdcbA)