Epitaph On A Disturber Of His Times – a poem by A. S. J. Tessimond

We expected the violin’s finger on the upturned nerve;
Its importunate cry, too laxly curved:
And you drew us an oboe-outline, clean and acute;
Unadorned statement, accurately carved.

We expected the screen, the background for reverie
Which cloudforms usefully weave:
And you built the immaculate, adamant, blue-green steel
Arch of a balanced wave.

We expected a pool with flowers to diffuse and break
The child-round face of the mirrored moon:
And you blazed a rock-path, begun near the sun, to be finished
By the trained and intrepid feet of men.

Arthur Seymour John Tessimond

I hope you enjoy this poem by one of my favourite poets!

Best wishes

Lis Goodwin, your voice coach

http://www.gloriousvoicecoaching.com

Posted for the prompt ‘Profound’

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