we sing our songs
in bright little whispers
that touch this place
with the fingers
of hands
that wish for
the eyes of otherwise
Wednesday, February 22, 2012
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7 comments:
Wonderful and whimsical, Steven.
That is exquisite...
elisabeth . . . i had fun writing it and then making sense of it . . . . steven
jinksy - you're very generous . . . thankyou very much! steven
I think they already have the eyes of otherwise... it's what I wish for, too.
the eyes of otherwise?
It sounds lovely but I am not quite sure what to make of it.
GASP! the photo just takes my breath away- I feel so toasty , warming my hands in the light of the leaf! YUMMY warmth! You poem as usual sends me into raptures,It a skip back sort of poem that is read and then flips you back to the beginning again. and again...I don't think I will ever leave this poem...
Word verification is making me go blind...
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