Wednesday, February 22, 2012

our place



we sing our songs
in bright little whispers
that touch this place
with the fingers
of hands
that wish for
the eyes of otherwise


7 comments:

Elisabeth said...

Wonderful and whimsical, Steven.

Jinksy said...

That is exquisite...

steven said...

elisabeth . . . i had fun writing it and then making sense of it . . . . steven

steven said...

jinksy - you're very generous . . . thankyou very much! steven

Pauline said...

I think they already have the eyes of otherwise... it's what I wish for, too.

Friko said...

the eyes of otherwise?
It sounds lovely but I am not quite sure what to make of it.

Linda Sue said...

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...