tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855012732105426889.post5555838584687919263..comments2024-03-06T13:33:02.824-08:00Comments on poetry bites: Wonder-appedKit Kennedyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04680775609980451495noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855012732105426889.post-60986557644597555712016-02-07T09:58:56.382-08:002016-02-07T09:58:56.382-08:00Last night I travelled f away
there were no voices...Last night I travelled f away<br />there were no voices, so no one could talk<br />There were no tears so everyone<br />thought they were happy--the sound of laughter<br />it was true, could be heard. And surprises,<br />children with the usual love of them, <br />wrapped in a star. Why did I come here, and <br />why were you here too?<br />New weather, some snow, a feather<br />on the ground. Without envy<br />I am somehow free to feel<br />there is something I must be missing--<br />a change of heart? I will hear voice<br />echoing through the house<br />like a wind in search of paradise.<br />By the way, what is that solemn park<br />doing in the middle of this port city?<br />What kind of red shoe would someone<br />leave out in the open?Susan E. Gangelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11089529481292723290noreply@blogger.com