Poets on street corners
bend back bars
for people passing
to witness, to signal
the sound of a heart
beating in time with eternity
—the single revelation
of a new believer
turning to see
who calls them now.
To Bless the Journey
Poets on street corners
bend back bars
for people passing
to witness, to signal
the sound of a heart
beating in time with eternity
—the single revelation
of a new believer
turning to see
who calls them now.
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I LOVE this poem–and hearing you speak it is an added bonus. Beautiful.
Thanks Connie – I felt somehow the poem came full circle when spoken. I heard they were meant to be oral. Not sure why or if that applies to other forms of writing, but with poetry for sure, there is a fullness in being heard. – Blessings, Dayna
I love “poets on street corners bend back bars….” Thanks for sharing your work with us!
Thanks Louise! glad you liked it – and for listening so closely, that’s such a blessing, D/
So soft, so gentle, the yearning is quenched.
Thank you Dayna.