Picture me somewhere
Lip syncing to life
my mouth
shaping responses to unasked questions
I'm ok
truly
a seer
steeped in the serendipity
of simplistic requirements
going above but never beyond
I hear you
when you call out
across the verdant pastures of otherwise
a voice carried to me
nestled within the wings
of a white bird
I can pick out your sound
over the hum
a succinctly pitched cry
To bring weeping softly days
to raise eyes skyward
seeking purchase on the slickened sides
of tomorrows uncertain decisions
to make me pause.....
2 comments:
hello there ... this is a pensive, slightly tense little poem. I like the way you end on that pause ...
very effective.
I must try to remember that little ploy.
pensive and tense, yes, that about sums me up atm *wry grin*
Thanks kid
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