Friday, April 27, 2018

Of Meadows



Variations  on the Rubaiyat was Thursday's prompt over @ dversepoets

Of Meadows

Reaching  the  flat upper grassy  hillside,
tiny  voices speak  their stories and minds....
brightest  pink,  yellow,  blue,  white wildflowers,
language  for  waywards,  sweet  refuge oblige.


  1. Beautiful that those tiny voices have stories and minds and provide refuge. Nice rubai.

  2. I need to go back to inclining my ear towards those tiny voices. My own (inner) voice has been too loud for too long. I do find it easier to listen to wild plants than to listen to the ones I cultivate myself. Thank you for the reminder.

  3. May we listen to colors... then we would hear them well.


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