I Do Not Ask Any More Delight
I sing of those I love,
respond to them with a poem
transparent and open. Born
of a love that pleases the soul well,
all falls aside but myself and it.
Deliciously aching, limitless.
The merge of all qualities.
The perfect balance reflected
in my poems. Waking or sleeping,
these are the soul.
This poem is my response to Day 23 at napowrimo.net, which challenges us to write
a poem that responds, in some way, to another. It’s a found poem (including title),
with I Sing the Body Electric, by Walt Whitman, as the source.
~ Day 23 ~