Just Listen
Wisdom’s words are being whispered
like the wind, sounds carry far,
excited words, blessed and dear.
Secrets voiced under willow trees
secrets about peonies and ants.
Vivid voices, I overhear.
Where moons and stars shine at midday;
children are not restricted by the norm
Bugs and flowers star in paradise’s play.
Nighttime shadows never fall,
for spirits fenced within God’s pale.
Artists called children fashion clay
into notions way beyond adult eyes.
They serenade past the outside walls
of prison halls that hold adults in place.
Conversation with imaginary friends;
sidesplitting laughter fills the air
as they say good-bye with swift embrace.
July 8, 2019
Verse A Favoured Theme Any Form Poetry Contest by Brian Strand
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