A Sound Slides Down Poem by Harry St Vincent Beechey

A Sound Slides Down



A sound slides down the surface of the morning

rippling the stillness

marring the perfection

Yet even dissonance is harmony

of a larger patterned day

The veils of change obscuring

Essential Rightness

And the Brightness

Grows the more for seeing unsought

Lighting the dark corners

banishing the shadow ghosts of fear

By Harry St. Vincent Beechey

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Chinedu Dike 01 July 2019

Well expressed thoughts and feelings. An insightful descriptive verse. Thanks for sharing, Harry.

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