Sonnet 013
On wisdom
What drifts beyond her lips somehow in song?
Her breath the impetus of daylight spring—
The tone, it varies, holy-soft and long
And carries morning rising in its wings.
She sings and sings, I hear her voice so sweet,
The words release to bring her world to me.
Upon the wind, in time, I chance to meet
Within her swirl of sound, so faint and free.
But silence is the thronging of her heart
Though she phrases on forever, lovely.
Hers, true, were tranquil moments from the start,
Whose long and long-made pauses gave discovery.
Ah! Therein lies the tune of hers to come—
A chorus refrain of quiet wisdom.
This poem was generated by the author’s human mind with zero AI / LLM involvement.
I love the “long and long-made pauses”
Really enjoyed this. Thank you.