Sharing two poems from a recent poetry circle. β€οΈ
Listen
Do you ever feel like
No one is listening?
And I donβt mean
A simple nod of the head
Acknowledging
That your voice
Filled some space
I mean the listening
That reaches right
Into your heart
And pulls out
The words you are
Unable to say
No need to speak-
In the same way
The wind gently
Moves through
A row of pines
Pulling hellos from
Their frail needles
Carrying the greetings
Carefully to my ears
And I listen
No need to speak
Don’t Listen
I saw feathers
In the clouds today
White and wispy
Beautiful against the blue
I couldnβt stop
Looking at them
Wondering where
They came from
A lovely swan
Gliding on the water
The wings of an angel
Offering comfort
All these lovely thoughts
And thenβ¦the voice
What is wrong with you?
Those are just clouds
With scientific names
Perhaps you should
Do some researchβ¦
Hmmph-no, thank you!
I think Iβll keep
Looking for more
White, wispy feathers
Floating against the blue







