This week’s With Love from my Corporate Keyboard includes a snippet of one the my favourite poems by T.S. Eliot, a meditation on Love, and the difference between a Poet and a Writer.
The full work of my poetry can be found in the published and paper-back volume— Of Love and Lilac, which you can purchase (here).
Enjoy my friends x
La Figlia che Piange by T.S. Eliot.
It’s it dreamy! You can read the full piece here (article)
BURN
It has been said—
Writers burn
for the story, while
Poets burn
for the sentence.
So, come—
warm your hands
on my words
and allow the sentences within
to set your heart (and soul)
on fire.
ON LOVE
Love awakens before dreaming cloud’s part good morning,
a kiss on the head dances with yet slumbering eyes.
Love gently stirs me and I awake within blazing visions,
to sing of tender mercies in the blushing light of morn.
Love soars to Heaven and brings me back a rose,
my tears kiss its petals of dust and breath and wings.
Love covers my feet as I walk among the valleys,
a covering of peace found within the sweeping wind.
Love’s seal is a flame burning wax upon my heart,
how greatly it flickers in the presence of glory and light.
Love's arms wrap around me like ink between holy pages,
our story written with his name on every breath.
Love resides within his eternal-beating heart,
a dwelling place prepared for my weary head to rest.
Love is the one with whom my soul finds her song,
sweet songs of joy bringing sleepy hearts to life.
INTO YOUR SONG
The sound of His voice ricochets prismatic in a halo of light, heart shivering at His call. The depths of mahogany honey sound catching me in sweetened lyrics, harmonies splintered from the vibrato, a shout of holy and all together melancholy.
Just one more drop of liquid sound—drown me.
Into Your song
I do sink.
The low rumbling continues to rumble within, growing—not louder, just more colourful, flowing out in a cascade of disco light and roses. A deep within flourish. The destiny bloom. My feet dance along the path to the rhythm of the rumble and bells, my own record label beat telling my heart how to dance—and oh how she dances so!
Can you hear the ringing? That trilling sound of life beginning?
It rings for me, it rings for you, and oh—how it rings true!
I tie the bells around my feet and follow the disco rose.
DISCO ROSE
With love from my corporate keyboard,
x Zara