little voice

Somewhere a whisper
overlain by a bird chirp
or a stray breeze
a sneeze or giggle
or a listener distracted
by a passing truck
a stray thought even

but it remains on the wind
carried into the dreamscape
heard in the subconscious
caught by an open mind
brought to the surface
by a stronger voice
while someone listens

soon flowers are stopping tanks
politicians are pausing
commerce is halted
the sky is painted with longing

something has changed
because of a little voice
carried on the wind

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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: Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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