Chaim Wilson Poet Carpe Diem

Bidden the Hidden

Introverts sometimes do more’n,
Superman, Wonder Woman, or Thor can.
Listening to a quiet “Who?”, allowed Horton,
To unfurl a world and save the forlorn.
Great spaces lie on the bottom sans horn,
Awaiting  an ear to discover the unborn.
In quiet ponder questions that try to learn,
Before time replaces old with modern,
Each day an opportunity to yearn or mourn.
Tease out the hidden that loud noises scorn.

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Casarah Nance October 2, 2015 at 2:33 PM Very neat, I enjoyed this :)

Angie Thomas October 2, 2015 at 11:10 AM A very well written poem, and frankly, I'm glad there's a poem out there that talks about us introverts in such pleasant tones. :) **7** hugs, Angie

Anne-Lise Andresen November 18, 2014 at 4:08 AM - A deep and well written poem - "Awaiting an ear to discover the unborn".... a very great line !!! - Enjoy reading, thank you Chaim - // Anne-Lise :)