the self-importance
of being earnest
listen
some days, that’s all i want
to say
listen
or show me
what’s in your
heart
beneath the stone
you’ve left unturned
tell me
how it feels
to be the seventh billion
snowflake
falling gently from a sky
made grey with uniquity
holding on
until you melt
raging into rivers
groaning with overflow
howling
losing voice and veracity
whisper-stamped and
season-dated
by a mouth
that’s always
open
.
listen
.
March 4th, 2014 at 7:16 am
nice wrap back to listen…there is so much in just listening…turning stones to see what you find/learn…being small but joining a river and losing yourself in with others but in doing so becoming more..
March 4th, 2014 at 9:49 am
listening is my favorite way to see.
March 4th, 2014 at 9:59 am
yea- never saw a”wrapback” like that-really creative writing!
March 4th, 2014 at 11:24 am
Listening is the key that opens everything. Beautiful poem.
March 4th, 2014 at 2:16 pm
Like Brian, I like how comes back to the opening –a plea to really notice and be curious–
March 4th, 2014 at 3:48 pm
You know that quiet and listen speak nearest to my heart. Beautiful!
March 4th, 2014 at 6:57 pm
So quiet. So peaceful here.
March 5th, 2014 at 9:06 am
so much can be found and uncovered when we ‘listen’. beautiful write.