Prosody: Vocal Patterns In Language

Tomorrow hubby returns to work, I’ve got freedom
for another week, fix the children’s teeth, see an eye
care specialist, then back to the office, back to words
texts compiled without an eye to prosody, the vocal
patterns in a language

I may not render those original texts in prosody, it has
to be prose, I can’t write prose, can’t render the correct
equivalent of every term compiled with an eye to one-to-
one correlation, my heart wants to sing in prosody, looking
for patterns, words that sing

Every perfect rendition is a sad repetition of cold, unfeeling,
passionless words, wish Shakespeare would rise from the
grave and write all official texts in prosody, forcing translators
to render in prosody too – wouldn’t THAT be fun, instead of
looking up each word in ten different dictionaries and twenty
different Internet sites, specialized jargon and strange
Latin terms

Every translator easily finds everything while I muddle along
like a flat-footed duck on dry land, I can only soar on the wings
of a song, filled with passionate emotion while I harmonize
along; taking source text words without prosodic patterns
and translating them into prose seems so unnatural

Scatter brain patterns so they can’t reach alpha rhythms
when trying to match a minus with a minus; two minuses
never make a plus; but I muddle on, keeping up with the
Muggles, there is no escape except into my mind as my
soul takes flight, conjuring the New World of the Future

Along the lines indicated by Neale Donald Walsh, Wayne Dyer,
Robert Monroe, Jane Roberts and Esther Hicks…