Friday, August 11, 2006

Weekend Poetry

Whispers

If you really listen,
You can hear
Whispers on the wind.

As a child,
I perceived it as
Little more than
The rustle of leaves
Or the quiet sigh of
A bird’s wing.

Now,
I hear.

Life speaks to us,
Its lessons sometimes
Bold and brash…
Others times,
Soft,
Quiet,
Gently hidden in the
Bustle of our lives
Like a vague,
Distant,
Haunting harmony.

You just
Have to listen.

Dave Morris, August 2006

4 comments:

Eve said...

That's my problem: I don't listen. I wait for Life to whap me upside the head, for some reason?! Every time.

Lee Ann said...

That was lovely...and so true.
You just have to listen sometimes. It is amazing what you can hear!
Have a great weekend Dave!
~xo

Kimmy said...

Awwww! Nicely written. I'm just guessing that percocet was involved in some way?

mckay said...

nice. thanks.