words not spoken are most
profound when life expects
more, hears not a sound.
Would we speak as neighbors,
I believe so – yes, true.
I would eventually say hello
Perhaps though today, would
my words tickle as does the
feather escaping its pillowcase.
We have yet to regain the
wonderful union of words, when as
early writers struggled, debated
poetry or verse, with the strike
of a key answers to questions
appear instantly, at times making
World literary giants might nod
or poke, while searching for a
reason as to why everything works.
Waver not in your passion for words,
by the same strength of heart and
values one can feel through your
mind a suffering.
Perhaps today this is required of
all to resemble a buffering.
Wishing upon the dreams or
expectations of others was a focus,
perhaps a mainstay of the culture
of times past.
Saloon, campus or home was a place
to study, think or debate styles,
merits or even the principles of
Whether the World notices many
blogged words is of little consequence,
words pour from your heart and in this,
it’s all that matters.