Thursday, February 4, 2016

Poem: Invisible

white Peonies and yellow Iris
        clothes flapping on a line,
              tea in a blue cup,
and marbles,
          mumbling amongst themselves,
eager to capture the light

the sounds of water over stone,
       voices of tiny frogs and bright birds,
              the eyes and heart of a friend,
and music,
         singing the soul's secrets

all these are balm and blessing,
        when I am lost and undone,
               standing in the eye,
and wondering,
       whether and whither to go
















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