Friday, August 26, 2011

To Listen

It seems, then,
that the work of the poet
is to listen

To slow her gait
and to heed
little things

It's the way the palm bends
nodding slightly before
I feel the breeze

It's the hovering of the Qualia
dipping for water
in the falling light

-lisa, 26 August, 2011


Marsha said...

I do like your poetry. Thank you.

Liebold Bea said...

I like your Poetry, too.

lisa said...

Thank you so much. And, you're welcome :-)