When

When;

 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

to you.

 

 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

things worse.

 

 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

literature.

 

 Whether the World notices many

blogged words is of little consequence,

words pour from your heart and in this,

it’s all that matters.

Poetry Thursday

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