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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.
Beautiful that those tiny voices have stories and minds and provide refuge. Nice rubai.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Frank.
DeleteI 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.
ReplyDeleteYou are welcome.
DeleteMay we listen to colors... then we would hear them well.
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