Posted by: Ron DuBour | March 26, 2015

Where Art Thou Shakespeare~by Norman Wilson



Where Art Thou Shakespeare

I cannot find the heartfelt words
That breathes a breath upon my pen
For the letter that I want to write for you
Inked in my love that I wish to send

The powder has dried upon the parchment
Turned to dust within my thoughtful mind
For flowers and valentine hearts I give
That grows by the red grapes near the vines

The daffodils came early this spring
While the valentine hearts cut a pale path
To the red grapes as sweet as you
For the kiss, I hope to have at last

Yet I cannot put words to my letter
Telling of the Shakespearian love, I hold inside
As my words, blurt out in gaggles and flutters
Far away from the ethos that I hide

The philosopher behind my scroll
Is adrift from loves keeping embrace
As my Diva no longer share her pen
For my mislaid words embodied in fancy lace




  1. Mr Wilson is indeed one of the most talented wordsmiths I know. 🙂

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