Who is the Singer? Who is the Song? - Poetry

Who is the Singer? Who is the Song?

From whose lips does the mockingbird spring?
From whose mind do the seasons find order?
In a tumble of chaos, images appeared,
signs in translation, ideas given expression.
Mutterings, grumbles, pre-articulation.
We listened to the heavens
before whispering a sound.
In our silence, we had been left to wander.
But the babel urged us to communicate.
In tongues, we spread, sifting over the sands
in waves of words and language.
Bards and musicians,
folklore and family lines,
knowledge passing down
from one voice to the next.
We sing the songs of the ancients,
adding our resonance to the joyful noise.
We are classical and modern,
melancholy and full of cheer.
We hum softly and boom loud,
in protest or in praise.
We are the lover and the parent,
the teacher and the friend.
You hear the singing and you listen.
You are the song that you teach.
I am the words of my ancestors,
the stories that were sung.
In my veins lie the memories
that I'll push into the world.
For, I am the song of a century
that's seen too much of war.
I am the song of Pennsylvania,
of a daughter and a sister.
I am the song of a poet.
I am but one song from the choir.
I am the song.
I am the song.
And I sing.

-Angela Nuzzo

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• Poetry
• Poem
• language
• communication

[memethewonderdog]

Very nice, interesting pictures and effects. I had to watch it more than once and I'll prolly watch it again.

The imagery with the hands is very simple but strangely strong and effective.

Nice Job

[adjjpmjmcj]

Thanks, Tricia! :)

Those are MY hands! :O

[CaptNKILL]

Wow, nice job Angela. :)

[adjjpmjmcj]

Thanks, Joe! :)

[newcomposition]

yes yes... very good.

[adjjpmjmcj]

Thank you! :)