When I talk
to wild things:
calla lilies, the wolf,
the sharp-hoofed horse
I use a different voice.
You can teach a dog
of words but they listen
with their hearts.
Their world is all light
even in the dark, they see
the softness of moon,
small, glittering stars,
fluorescence of their pupils.
And immersed within their lives,
they have no need of questions
or of beauty; the sweetness of
their nature is enough.
3 comments:
Beautiful! Thank you for your poetry!
Marty, thank you! You seem like a very spiritual person and I appreciate your comments.
Wonderful poem!
I think when we speak to different people we use different voices as well. We notice this most when someone we talk with often departs from our life and we want to keep talking to them.
Thank you for the poem!
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