S.C. Setai

Wind Flutes. - Poem by S.C. Setai

I am forgotten and alone,
with only my memorys for friends,
I hear the wind outside whistle and grone,
shall I go back and make amends?
The wind playes its lament on the trees,
the giant flutes towering above,
the creator of the sounds no persion sees,
it is the gloryfied spirit of love.
O what words can tell of the wonders of the musical wood?
the sound that makes me no more alone,
This is the place I have stood,
while listning to music form god's throne.
These sounds are the only friends I need,
to the heart of love this sound will lead.

Comments about Wind Flutes. by S.C. Setai

  • (4/18/2008 6:29:00 PM)

    A very well written sonnet, with a perfect rhyming couplet at the end, Bravo.

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  • (4/17/2008 8:21:00 PM)

    your poem was excellent.i really loved it.the rhyme scheme matches with the theme too.please read my poem 'The Tsunami' and see if u like it. i am just 12 and need your valuable comments (Report) Reply

  • (4/17/2008 8:17:00 PM)

    Truly magic and wonderfully woven lines in a poem I'd personally dare to call from now one of my favourites; the sentiments of a human soul's clicking in a link with nature all around, to the point of hearing the very voices for the Cosmic Dance. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 17, 2008

Poem Edited: Friday, April 18, 2008

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