There is in the dust,
of our more active days,
words left unsaid,
I find them by listening,
to the voices,
of distant friends,
over electric presses,
that never stop.
There is always one of the blogging multitude that has the right word to waken what is for the moment sleeping.
Peace
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Why, that word is Pellucid!
waken up and return....
Your word verification is WESSE
WESSE James?
Or, if you are Thomas Hardy, WESSEx
I feel the words of your poem deeply, for it is those active days
when we almost forget to listen,
and then realize to just be still.
Thank you for the reminder, A.
CJ - I've always thought of myself as obscure - thnx for the vote! :) I am a sleep walker who sometimes is awakened by magnificient ideas.
Cynthia - Stillness allows the world to speak to us. Thank you for the comment, I enjoy you blog and it is one of the electonic presses of whom I write.
enjoyed it
Anirudh - Thank you for the comment, I attempted to comment on your blog but there is some kind of network limitation.
yea its true, those that we link to ...its because we have some kind of affinity with the way they think...inspiring each other in turn.
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