Johan Fourie

Rookie - 0 Points (22 November 1949 / Johannesburg, South Africa)

I Miss.... The After Hum Of Conversations - Poem by Johan Fourie

like the pleasant, sati’fying after-hum of a brass bell
the echo of words reverbate in my soul, even now
and a vibrato of the intent of words strums my heart, running rich in my veins

for this, and other things
to experience this and other things again
I miss our dialogue, often through the night

reassuring the sounds then
and the memory now
I miss the conversation

the tremelo of your voice creating a cantabile, as your lips move
the pizzicatto of intonation colouring the meaning of words
the spicatto of how you say it unique, specially so when you smile
....are all part of what I miss

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Poem Submitted: Monday, December 19, 2011

Poem Edited: Tuesday, January 3, 2012


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