* * *
When I become
quiet and listen
when I wake
too early to think
when I wander
without a direction
I discover
words hiding
under rocks
inside blossoms
on the voices
of trees who talk
about what the
river is thinking.
* * *
* * *
When I become
quiet and listen
when I wake
too early to think
when I wander
without a direction
I discover
words hiding
under rocks
inside blossoms
on the voices
of trees who talk
about what the
river is thinking.
* * *
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a lovely poem; fluent .
thanks wordwand!
I love the images your verse brought to my mind. Without nature I would never be able to write – it’s such an inspiration. Thank you much for sharing this.
Hi Marsha, thank you for visiting, and for sharing your impressions. This poem still takes me clearly to the morning when I wrote it; it’s nice to know that it takes you somewhere too.