questions live mute in the natural
songs of slow dripping water
murmuring echoes in corridors
speak to the percussive heart
soft rhythmic muffled arrivals
pigeon wings parchment secrets
chanted from ancient rubrics
catacombs scrubbed by winds
wandering aimlessly plucking
spider webs whisking insect wings
into dusty ageless corners lit by
guttering candles wearing grey
oily plumes offered carelessly
to shattered icons strewn as rubble
speak not in the silence of dreams
dream not in the canticles of quests
rough fibres calloused palms
felt sandals coarse woven wool
questions are time’s diversion
flesh its soft and deceptive tablet
The answer is always here and now

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About riverwriter

Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else? wordcurrents is on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/wordcurrents/ Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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