Inner child


Someone asked me ” What is the point of writing poetry?”. So I thought about this…one reason to write poetry is to find some thought, feeling, comprehension, question, music, lost to me or I did not know was in me, or in the world around me πŸ™

I wrote this poem last evening for a friend. πŸ™

I heard the birds sing today,
and saw the flowers smile –
as waves of heat turned cold.
The breakwater at high tide,
inner child you – laid bare.
Plum blossom, wet on the streets.
I am here, watching the
paradise fish swim – ready to listen….

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