The Traveler
by
Joan Jotz
(Age: 54)
copyright 08-08-2004
Age Rating: 7 to 127
Hearken the troubadour. Harmonic heir,
Inventor of love's bright verse.
Romance is cradled
In the tenor of his voice.
Midst moods of melodic distraction,
He accompanies imagination
To the edge of beauty;
With warm, windblown rhythms
He encircles the heart
With wreaths of giddy contemplation.
Hearken the troubadour. Magical minstrel,
Composer of falsetto fate.
Fantasy is swayed
By his hand's gentle strumming.
In shades of dream-like counterpoint
He bids intimacy
Touch the brink of forever;
With wild, mystical tempos
He sustains sweet ecstasy
In waves of gregarious delight.
Hear the troubadour. Sultry soloist,
Designer of resplendent days.
Desire does nestle
Within the hollow of his breath.
In measures of sublime variation
He praises temptation
To the height of acclaim;
With smooth, sweet arpeggios
He binds each inflection
With ribbons of vibrant rapture.
Hail the troubadour. Gallant gentleman,
Boaster of wistful creations.
Expectation does flourish
In the maze of his dreams.
In drifts of vocal mirth
He embellishes ideals
With spirited lines of adornment;
Chanting refined straines of rhyme
He invokes rich enchantment
In ballads of sumptuous pleasure.
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As a songwriter ... in my own mind! I found this more intriguing as I read. Who is the traveler you write of. In any case... I really enjoyed your words. Greg
I can picture this troubadour in my mind's eye as he travels the countryside..singing his tales of great men and adventure to admirers of all ages. Wonderful write.
Nancy
Wonderful ballad of prose invoking a pictureque flow and tempo, passion from the tempo and descriptive illustrations of word, generally I write about what I know and experiences I've internalized. It's so nice to share anothers artistry of a different accord.....well done
Very nice, I can almost see and hear him singing and dancing. People gathered around to hear his tales put to music, each lost in their own world created by his words.
Music, art, and love...what colors to paint a canvas with!
intimcy is spelled wrong, though.
I can't tell if I feel like I've just walked through a garden, contemplated a work of painted art, or listened to a musical masterpiece. Thank you! :-)
Welcome !
