Stray Thought 13

“Hush child. You know
there are those days
when the words
stretch, like lacy tree
branches, but can’t
quite reach,
to find and make meaning.
Let them be, but listen
as they whisper
between themselves
of wind and soft breezes.
Wrap and rock themselves
to a different lullaby
sigh in soft contentment
to just be
without your need
to be heard.
If you give them that freedom,
I promise,
they will return.”

Elizabeth Crawford 11/13/2017

Posted at Micropoetry: November 2017






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4 Responses to Stray Thought 13

  1. thotpurge says:

    Yes they do come back… like strangers or lovers..but they do return! Thanks for sharing!


  2. Sherry Marr says:

    This is beautiful. And so true. The words always do return. I love the way these ones of yours did.


  3. Sumana Roy says:

    I like this space to be given, to just be and wait. Nice.


  4. Gillena Cox says:

    a lovely contemplation, and how well the words have been returned to you through this poem

    much love…


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