Saturday, August 18, 2012

Unnamed Poem

I knocked on my heart
And asked for a poem
Any poem.
I gazed at the world
Mist, mountain, sea.
The poems laughed
and ran away from me.
At last I turned to God
for His leftovers.
They were too great
for my pen.
I stopped asking.
Then I heard the morning dove
Blowing hollow in the still mist,
And the late-summer leaves
Rustling for escape.
Rain pattered on my heart.
And a poem bloomed there.

poem copyrighted by the author

1 comment:

  1. Hi MK!
    I love "blowing hollow" and "rustling for escape".
    Beautiful! Thank you.


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