The notion


The notion is a willful hurricane at times.
Like a passenger
one can see the oncoming
without need of shelter
or risking immediate defeat.

What I fear though, at times,
when the whispering soul is more
of a fading goodbye through a needle,
is the silence and its unwordly after,
the bleak melting into oblivion,
the lost worlds I never knew.






(To hear me read it, go to:
http://www.poeter.se/viewText.php?textId=1264012




Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2011-02-26 at 23:48

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Bob
Thank you. If you want to hear me read it my feeble voice go to:
http://www.poeter.se/viewText.php?textId=1264412
2011-02-27


John Ashleigh The PoetBay support member heart!
A very clever write, indeed, Bob. Enjoyable read - probably my pick of the day. Thanks for sharing, and sorry I have nothing critical to say. It's just perfection, I suppose. :)

Regards,
John.
2011-02-27